when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

❝ Don't be scared to write in ink. Bleed your thoughts, Let it carelessly infuse Between the spaces of blank paper. ❞ - I n k e d S o u l An assortment of short poems. Highest rank :- #01 in Poetry Cover by :- LovemeLovemenotAG ● ● ● Please do not copy my work without my approval. ● ● ● Have a great day!

Don't you have that one time when you did something really stupid at school, and your parents were going to cook you over a fire? This book is all about what NOT to do/say to school! Copyright 2015 A l e y a h (Steal my stuff, I will cut off your eyelids so you can't blink!) All rights reserved. AWESOME COVER by the one and only @JakePatt Highest ranking: 1 6/18/16 EFWNJHWIU H YAS

Unsaid stories that transcend the limits of short conversations between him and her.

#7 in Poetry (17/09/2016) Poetry is the painting that I make on the eyes of the beholder, to reach their soul. I try hard imagining things, getting into character, to pen down these poems. But it's strangely true, every piece of my work has a bit of me in it. I always wonder; how does it work. At times I'm just blank, with no clue what to write. And sometimes, I stumble upon words or phrases and I try to weave words around, to form poems. I would update the list as and when a new poem is born. ~Unfortunate Poet Please refer the tags for genres If you wish to copy, kindly let me know.

Highest rank: #31 in poetry Long and short, these are the thoughts which my heart expresses and leaves its traces, only when my hand holds a pen, making these musings my safest haven. Cover credits: @MyWordsDefineMe

This book contains little things. Things that I feel and think at times. #222 in Poetry

The moon reflects upon my soul and allows it to reveal its true colors. So here I am writing a collection of poems about love, lust, life, the universe, and so many other things locked inside my soul but ready to be unleashed. Here are my true colors revealed... Let the moon guide you Let the moon light your way

"For those who stand amongst the wreck Speak only of colossal loss" Highest ranking : 92# as on 3/1/17 We whine and cry till tears comply and flow through every vein for the heart like the perfect lover rips apart at the slightest loss Inconsolably, we fume and fret Between despair and regret

Almost every countries grant people the right to speak and express their feelings. But this is ofcourse not correct. There are certain people whose words are still unheard, whose cries have been muted by hate and violence. Their hearts lament in silence. They need a voice. A voice that can help them ventilate their grievances. They try to speak but we are too busy to hear. And the people mostly affected are the woman. They are suppressed all life long. But still one day they will give up their silence and fight back. Let's wait and celebrate that day..... So if their hearts can't speak, let their old rusty graves speak. Let them rise up.... Let silence sleep..... Do vote and cmmnt. ... Suggestions r always welcome.... feel free to contact me Cover by MissAuXthor. Check her out. She is fab!!!:) Highest Ranking : #92 in Poetry