When you can't paint with colours, Paint with words; When you can paint with words, Do you really need the colours? Achievements: #11 in Poetry (23/9/26) #13 in Poetry (22/9/16) #14 in Poetry (28/7/16)

May the odds be ever in your favour [while you choose one].

O Me! O Life!...of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless...of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here-that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? 'Carpe Diem' is a collection of poems inspired by "John Keating",(Oh Captain, My Captain) and the name is "Nuwanda. I'm still a beginner and the poems just like Human Evolution will keep on getting better and better as you continue to read Vote if you like and comment if you love. Thanks. Hope you'll enjoy reading it

"My sweet pea... You're going to do great things," he whispers in my ear. All of a sudden, I feel a rush go through my body. I can hear Michael's heartbeat again and I can't stop staring at his neck. I can feel myself start to sweat as I can't resist the urge much longer. "That depends on your definition of 'great'," I say and quickly grab him by the throat. I push my fingers into his throat in order to cut off his airway and limit his breathing. "I'm going to kill you and everyone you've ever known. I will rip them, piece by piece, and make them plead for mercy," I threaten and make my grip on his throat tighter. The look of fear in his eyes fuels my confidence even more. I then look at the side of his neck. I can't resist the hunger anymore, and he knows it. "Jess, don't! Please! I thought we were allies!" He struggles to say. "You thought wrong," I say and sink my teeth into his neck. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A story told by a not so nice young lady named Jessica Rose. *Warning this book has mature content, read at your own risk* *Slowly Editing*

In which she is colours, and he is pale. || Cover by: Me <3 ||

Passion for peace comprises of thoughts and message of Mr. Prem Rawat. Brief description about him: Prem Rawat began speaking about peace when he was just 4 years old. Although perhaps unable to fully articulate at such a young age, his extraordinary passion for peace has inspired millions of people over the last five decades. Since his childhood, Prem has dedicated his life to addressing humanity's essential need for peace. His perspective on peace goes beyond words. It is both practical and tangible. Peace is possible; it needs to be felt. When people are in peace, the world will be in peace. "I'm not a politician, but I am a human being who holds very close to his heart the fundamental principles and possibility of peace on this earth. Whatever happens, peace needs to be given a chance to flourish. That's the only thing we haven't tried." -PREM RAWAT

Maybe some things weren’t always meant to be. I wasn’t meant to be with him, and he wasn’t to be with me but in the span of time, I felt there was some magic we shared, and in that span of time, we shared our dreams, our heartbreaks and our unspoken wants. We had a story, the story of him and me. Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.

"Suddenly this defeat. This rain. The blues gone gray And the browns gone gray And yellow A terrible amber. In the cold streets Your warm body. In whatever room Your warm body. Among all the people Your absence The people who are always Not you. I have been easy with trees Too long. Too familiar with mountains. Joy has been a habit.

From a lush village to a dreary desert, through the sea in a pirate ship and then a merchant ship: this is the story of a man with brown, kohl-lined eyes. This is the story of his life.