cried myself to sleep.
this is PG because of the one swear word at the end. Enjoy.
The epitome of success, the disdain from failure. The beautous minds, the horrible thoughts. The decorous humanity, the indecorous hierarchy. The splendour of all such mesmerizing thoughts assemble for the formation of "The Flashes of Time and Space".
This is the author's first poem book. There may be some random topics on every chapters which is a bit confusing because mainly this explain about sleep disorders, teenage mood swings, and depression. This poem book contains a lot prose yet left a good inspiration for teens who had been living tough throughout the d...
" a carefully trapped universe, retrieved from poetic souls, spilled out in the form of ink " *** [ lowercase intended ]
POETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.
I always had a reason to fly with the wind, these poems I write flow through me as I touch the clouds. Come with me and listen to my words in the sky, we all can share our poetry with your brightest heart and darkest thoughts. This is a collection of my poetry that mixes my fear, anger, dreams, the past, and my soul.
,,They say a nightingale's lament won't do anything at all A nightingale's lament is an unreadable scrawl It's a word carried by wind, drowned by the rain Burnt by the stars, sucked down the drain... This may be my last hour; neverthless this uttetring shan't die; I leave it in your mouth, to disprove their lie. Carr...
Families have difficulties and problems... Some work through it Some never recover
No matter how old I get... My Father will only see me as his child Likewise My child will always be my baby
dedicated to my nan 22/1/17 rest in peace. Image not mine, only edited by me ©Shallownights
5 part short stories as an experimental piece. Breaking syntactical rules for effect. Hope you enjoy please vote/comment/star etc ❤️
The stories of how we keep things in our lives, objects which have a meaning to us but seem so insignificant to others.
Even if you think your overreacting, still speak up. You might be saving someone's life. Everyone is fighting their own battle. Some over come there problems, some are consumed by them and need support. Even if they push you away at first, once you show them you actually care, they are one step closer to being free...
Meráki (μεράκι) (v.) to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself into your work.{Greek} "The true alchemists do not change lead into gold; they change the world into words." - William H. Gass Look at these words, soak them up. Can you feel the pulse of my heart? It thrums in these...
A collection of some of my work, which is usually about nature... except when it's not. :)
"This time I... won't look back" And these words, Will echo in your ears, For the rest of your life. |© aryanjafary 2017 All Rights Reserved|
There is a predetermined outcome for my life. I can stay on the main road and have a safe ride or I can take unwise detours. I chose the latter. ***All media images rights belong to their creators and can be found on the internet unless otherwise specified***
I decided to put together a book for dedicating poems to poets on wattpad. There are so many poets I enjoy reading here and it takes dedication for them to write as they do. Some of these are poems previously published and dedicated elsewhere and some are new here. Hopefully this book will bring attention to their wo...
Reached a high rating of 89 in poetry... We have made it through winter... We are in the middle of spring... We will soon be in the heat of summer... Time is moving ahead...
An epic Steampunk poem or at least it will be I hope. This one will be a poetic story about an adventure led by a passionate explorer and scientist in the mythical setting of the Steampunk worlds. All content in this book is under copyright laws and may not be reproduced in any way without express permission of the au...
Let me tell you something, it's bitter-sweet: There is tragedy and there is beauty hidden in humanity. So tell me then... How tragically beautiful is it not to be human?
Occasionally eccentric. Slightly precocious. And don't forget, extremely enigmatic! That's me. :D And there's so much more. A whole world more! I'm trying to discover it . . . who isn't? This is my world. What's yours?
Yet ANOTHER collection of poems! Just less personal this time. (I think I have an obsession with collections....)