writing is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words. thank you for reading :) ] ©copyright 2016 - flavored - all rights reserved no part of this book may be reproduced, copied, pasted, transmitted, or published in any means by electronic, photocopying, or recording without the permission of the author herself. [lowercase intended] #97 in poetry on 2/9/16 #68 in poetry on 2/10/16 #65 in poetry on 2/26/16 #37 in poetry on 3/7/16

we are all just misfit human beings infatuated with the idea of perfection.

Two Minutes and Twenty One Seconds. "I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not." Kurt Cobain * * * Second place/Runner up in the Wattpad Romance Contest: How They Met

El tren me está dejando.

Querido V: No se como he llegado al punto de escribirte cartas que jamas leerás. Llamame loca, o enamorada, pero sentí la necesidad de contar al mundo lo que siento por ti, V. Y este, es mi mundo.

["I'm lost in a forest of thoughts and the trees are in flames."] Poems of some sort and thoughts and feelings and questions that will never be answered. Highest ranking: 73rd in poetry - 23.2.16 *cover made by @-misadventures*

''¿Qué será todo? ¿Qué serán los ojos cuando no haya nada? Qué será sin voz este cuerpo, Un pálpito sin sentido, Un corazón dormido, que pasó a estar muerto.'' Máx.#1Poesía. Créditos de portada: @aitana_43

Si crees que es amor... No lo arruines ni lo dejes ir, vas a sufrir como nunca antes si lo haces, dile que le amas sin importar los demás y sobretodo dejar tu orgullo de lado. Que para el amor el orgullo no puede entrar. Esta historia es mía, yo la escribí, yo la hice y de mi imaginación salió. No se aceptan adaptaciones ni nada por el estilo, no insistas.

"I choose to believe there are more than three stages in life. For me, I say there are five." Eva Longsten was crumbling, but soon she found life was easier when you were breathing. She was holding onto who she was until she realized releasing herself from the past was the only way to stay standing.

i'm not good with writting poems i just write them because stories are too long and he's not worth it. or maybe he is, yeah he is i just don't want to accept that as a fact