Olgu pealegi nii, eks mind endaga lõputusse vii. Kogumik luuleridadest, mida arvasin, et ei avalda mitte kunagi. Kaane autor on armas @BlueBubble. © Deisy, 2016

"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it all down?

| 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 the thoughts you believe are truly nonsensical. They always have a place somewhere, and for me, these are a collection of the "It"s inside my brain. Thank you for dropping by.

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

You make my world worth living in - Djessicajuan Highest rank: 2 in poetry

Värvitud sinised linnud on kurvad. Nad ei nuta, vaid raputavad tiibasid ja pritsivad värvi. Kogumik luuletustest nii inglise kui ka eesti keeles. / The colored blue birds are sad. They will not cry, but shake their feathers and spray paint. This is a collection of poems in both English and Estonian.

LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay. Journey on a road that is smooth, graveled and sometimes even unmade yet to the destination that is not pretty. Euphemism intended. Scribbles, v. The product of life's ups and downs while on the road to decay. Darks, lights and greys all depicted in a string of doodles and sometimes, poetry. She scribbles is a collection of poetry pieces that are a product of life's events and courses. Poetry that is stirred by an emotion, event or a thought penned down spontaneously without intrusion of alien variants with hopes that it pulls at the strings of your heart. Trigger warning: The feels that compelled/upshot the poetry are highly contagious. Take refuge in a tub of ice cream and dozens of chocolates if the symptoms cause impairment in functioning.

Panen pealkirjaks loo millest sain inspiratsiooni

I could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trauma, heartbreak, depression, and even religion, so read on your terms, but take it as a warning if you can't handle those things in poems. Either way, I hope you're in good hands. (:

Siia raamatusse kirjutan mõned read enda peast. Paljud neist võivad olla luuletused Ja kõik neist ei pruugi olla väga rõõmsameelsed. Ma ei tea miks ma sellele raamatule sellise pealkirja panin. Võibolla seepärast, et me kõik kiirustame kuhugi, et jõuda kuhugi, et teha midagi. Siis on tunne et aeg on lõppemas, aga samas, kui sa ei kiirustaks kuhugi, et jõuda kuhugi, et teha midag siis ei oleks meil aega ei rohkem ega vähem...