sin noun plural noun: sins an immoral act considered to be a transgression against divine law. - Even the demons in her mind are afraid of her thoughts. ** THIS SHORT STORY CONTAINS TRIGGERS. READ AT YOUR OWN WILL. ** Copyrighted. © feb2015-mar2015

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

The boy who has Good accent, Hazel eyes, Manly voice and Plays the piano Knows how to play On my heart, too ... This is a collection of my poems. The book is not edited. [14/9/2017] #6 in poetry [25/5/2017] #9 in poetry [15/4/2017] #18 in poetry. Copyright © Eman Hany Poet : EMAN HANY

I'm fine I'm fine I'll be fine. | A story told through verse. WARNING: Because of the themes I introduce in this book (eating disorders, strong language, and self harm), Wattpad has rated this story mature. HOWEVER, I personally recommend this to be PG-13, so don't be afraid to check out "I'm Fine" if you're okay with reading the above subjects. In short, this book isn't for everyone. Just read the tags. But if you're interested, please continue forth and enjoy this emotional ride. And lowercase is intended. | #1 in poetry - Apr. 21st, 2016 #2 in poetry - Mar. 24th, 2016 #3 in poetry - Mar. 13th, 2016 #4 in poetry - Mar. 7th, 2016 #8 in poetry - Feb. 24th, 2016 | Fiction Award Winner for Poetry 2016 |

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

ǁ [WATTPAD FEATURED BOOK 2.4.2016] Shadows that whisper your name. ǁ #23 on 11/23/15

poems for the crazy minds with big hearts **Disclaimer** The art on the cover is by Leonid Afremov

just some dark poems by me.. excuse my terrible punctuation I'm sorry about it.. TRIGGER WARNING: self-harm, suicide, smoking, alcohol, cursing, drugs THEY ARE ALL BY ME SO PLEASE DONT STEAL THEM. you can ask to use them and give me credit that's okay but please don't steal them.

She's a teardrop. She's the wind. She's the summer, and the winter. She's the cold coffee. She's everything, and, at the same time, she's nothing.

Some people are artists. Some, themselves, are art. ||a/n: these aren't mine unless stated otherwise||