This is for the people who made a decision they regret just know someday it won't even matter and you'll forget about it. You are loved always <3. Please leave me a vote if you liked it.=] -Kandy <3

Short poem I wrote in school. Plz leave a vote if you liked it!

"The colors of knowledge splash onto the blank canvas of my mind," -ddiaz80 These poems are based on most colors of the color spectrum and will be laced with my emotions. Enjoy :) {Criticism would be very much appreciated}. I DO NOT OWN THE ARTWORK FOR THE COVER

"i. they tell me they 
cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them
 that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. science. history. iv. but i want to speak. there are moments that fleet away when i do not store them. there are impulses that dab off when i do not write. v. when i am alive, i burst
open with Slyvia Plath and Robert Frost. my hair fluffs with words. my veins cry with poetry. vi. welcome to my poetry book. i hope you drown in the words you sink in." ©theperfectphoenix Established -- [09-03-2016] Highest Rank : #2 in Poetry. Now A Wattpad Featured Book! [20-05-2016]

"A little song in my heart?" Not really. What Jo has is closer to a symphony, with a variety of instruments pouring out their sounds in unity while fighting for dominance. The melodies parade around her head, and then gently float up to the sky like brightly-colored balloons. It's an eternal symphony, and she is the conductor. Jo has taken daydreaming to the point of delirious bliss, and she tends to wander around the edges of reality. Everyone who is "real" has ripped themselves away from her in fear. She's sinking deeper into the radiant sea of denial. But there are always ripples of truth that poke through the protective wraps around her heart. And she might be starting to learn that not every song is a lullaby. (Some of these I've posted on goodreads as well. I hope you enjoy reading them!♡)