A collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who experienced being a fool so deeply that it became an overlooked habit.

The poetry of the anonymous who suffer through depression in silence; perpetually trapped within a purgatory of painful paradoxes.

oh romeo, why must you be born a montague? ©contra, 2016

99 Entries of Imperfect Poetry.

ǁ Oh, but these are just words...

a collection of haiku poems. ➳ originally written [#03 in poetry - 7.13.16]

; where i waged wars with my demons and handcrafted words from my black-stained fingertips

a slam poetry

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 made for you if you have such a desire Please do not hold back the will to comment or suggest something you see Please do give kindness in form of vote and I will continue to serve thee Highest Rank : #12 (Cover is self made)

A girl receives a letter from the mother who abandoned her years ago, leaving her to deal with the remnants of their broken family alone. She attempts to respond by bottling her emotions into the chaotic lines of poems, as old scars are reopened. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><> dear whoever this falls into the hands of, i forgive you for your theft of my poems because i picture you as robin hood and instead of stealing riches--you collect stories taking from those with too much to say but not enough time; whose pockets are full with too many words demanding to be heard giving to those who have not found their voice; whose vocal cords have broken for fear of what may escape their lips and for that, you are more than a common criminal--but, a messenger you prefer to carry a pen rather than sandals for the black ink that stains minds is the fuel that flies you between realms i hope my story saves someone who needs it someone like me and i can help them see what once i was blinded to that hope is reborn into an infinite amount of incarnations it's all a matter of knowing where to look and this is the story of how i found it in lilies <><><><><><><><><><> Winner of the Young Adult Awards *lowercase is intended* *all works are completely fictional* credit for the amazing cover goes to @centrifugal