The little blue book.

My journal of poems [ONGOING] All rights reserved.

Blend of Emotions

All the things we feel cannot be told in simple words But in poems we can feel them , however we want to reflect them. This is a poem collection Of random stuff which goes through my mind , the things I feel or which are stuck in there.. I try to keep the rhyme most of the time Will Keep updating till I am o...

It (#Wattys2016)

| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread a word or two regarding what dwells within you. Don't be afraid of t...

Alphabet Soup

i may be quiet but i'm full of alphabet soup ~ #37 in poetry

Too late

Can you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....

P.s I'm A Writing Dead.

Poems,one liners and quotes all written by myself. Give it a read if you want to wet your eyes. #66 in poetry(14-04-2016)

ramblings

to be free with your thoughts to take comfort in your mind to be as changing as the shifting sands to open your mind to light to ramble on about things unsaid to look back over the tides to understand the ramblings of your mind that is to truly write Highest Ranking: 11th in Poetry on 9/28/15

carpe diem | #Wattys2017

"-i forgot how to miss you, you forgot how to love me too" ten words . three hundred and sixty five days . one story - #33 ; poetry (31/7)

Multifarious Poesy

Poetry is a fantastic form of Art; it is a form of defining the beauty of minuscule and heavenly things. The parched soul is quenched when he hears the golden lines ride the north wind, and pass through the riverbanks and the forests, till it ends as a cooling breeze in the midst of the sea. The lonely outrider is del...

Antidote

An antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]

The Lament of the Bard

The collection of my thoughts and feelings this contains They rattle around the heightened corners in my brain And to the public I have cast all these flowing words askew And as I try to release more pieces to the the winds anew To all those who have watched my work, I plead that you don't tire You may request a poem...

The Butterflies Have Gone | ✔️

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

Poems

This is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some are about books, and some are about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.