"If I loved you, then I would love you in any way I could, and if we could not touch, then I would draw strength from your beauty...and if I went blind, I would fill my soul with the sound of your voice and the contents of your thoughts until the last spark of my love for you lit the shabby darkness of my dying mind..." A folio of all of my poetic attempts. Original photo belongs to respective owner. [currently ongoing]

a collection of poems about love and letting go

a collection of prose about feelings i dedicate this book to all the mundane days spent wondering when did loving became so wrong. i can pen a prose about you. let me know your story through comment or message and let's share it to the world to spread the warmth of being understood. the cover was grabbed from deviantart. live life loving.

A word play about falling in and out of love.

✴ this is about the little moments carve in the labyrinth of a girl's mind about loving and not being loved back. ✴✴✴ about the cover: i fell in love with this at first glance. however, this is a temporary cover grabbed from deviantart. i am currently working with a friend to change the cover. ✴✴ may you feel understood in the spaces occupied by this girl's scribbles

Drops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from where I stand I don't care if I'm under a storm All I know is those little drops are stories Every day I learn new things from this horror But I can turn them into drops of poetries. This is a compilation of my poems :)

I'm actually not a poet. The ones in this collection were predominantly written for school assignments. Even so, I thought I would share them with my readers on wattpad. I would love to hear any thoughts on them.

Quotes,poems and much more in my personal collection of the famous Ernest Hemmingway....

i am a ship and my brain is the impossible ocean. i am seasick of myself and the back to back storms dont help.

"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!♡)