she's not like the others.
quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2
They Said It Was An Accident... Sawyer Dodd is a star athlete, a straight-A student, and the envy of every other girl who wants to date Kevin Anderson. When Kevin dies in a tragic car crash, Sawyer is stunned. Then she opens her locker to find a note: You're welcome. Someone saw what he did to her. Someone knows that...
ephemeral (noun): lasting a very short time; short lived; temporary. [highest ranking omfg: #104 in poetry]
"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...
An antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
poems, & writings from places in my mind; cover by @ bubiska <3 shes quite talented & amazing check her out
Here lie my thoughts, written in words so graceful. Here lie my feelings, ones that were somewhat painful. Here lie the memories I never plan to forget. Here lie the dreams and hopes I attain without a fret. Certainly, by reading this book of poem collections, you'll get a glimpse of my world of perfect imperfectio...
excerpts from books i'll never write advice & nonsensical blurbs realizations & regrets heartbreak & pain thoughts & fears hopes & dreams shorts & stories forever ongoing, so long as our minds do not stop imagining and inventing and we do not stop living. #1 Poetry 8/19/16 read my new poetry collection: clouds.
A collection of EXCERPTS. [poetry, quotes, and otherwise]. Your place to come when you feel lonely, because you're not alone when you feel this way. "We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going insane and someone else out th...
"ill be with you, no matter what." he said when she was hurting, even if he hurted more
Poetry isn't like clockwork it comes when it wants when it feels its presence is needed so when it comes knocking I answer
❝ I don't know how it happened but -- everything around us fell crashing to the ground. We found ourselves in a world where we didn't belong; we shouted and screamed until our lungs were dry and our tears were black and blue, but no one heard us. No one saved us. No one dared to fix us. Now we only have each other and...
❝If I'm going to write a book it will be about you − about your flaws − because when I first fell in love with you it was because of your flaws.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017
Once upon a time, we shared our wicked blisses. But in the end, they were nothing but cocaine kisses. Highest ranking: #42 in poetry