A collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge
gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.
"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in life. Poems to make you smile, and poems to make you cry. Long poems, sh...
"I think you should -" "Correction: I am in my own body, with my own mind; you do not and cannot tell me what to do."
❝ Summer rushed their veins with warm afternoons so their hearts became fireworks. ❞ (haiku poems) © nate k. 2014
❝ some things are just black and white; like words, and letters of words, scripted on delicate paper. ❞ a place to contain the little snippets of my mind that refuses to stay tame.
This is just an assortment of my thoughts. The cover was produced by @etherealinsanity, who has her own collection of thoughts in a book called 'set free', which will literally leave you speechless. She was one of my many inspirations to write myself and has supported me along the way.
She set out to destroy herself, piece by piece she fall apart until the remains were too scattered and maybe she should've stopped from lighting herself on fire but why would she, when she had a lighter and the world around her was a tank filled with gasoline? Why is destruction so beautiful? She thought destruction w...
stories left behind by burnt out souls. [trigger warning: suicide. viewer discretion advised.]
♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021
There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every...
❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
"Whenever a lucky star is made a falling star is saved." He made them in the hope they would save her.
❝When I met you . . . you're the first person in my life, besides my family, that treated me like a regular human being. You're my first friend and my best friend. I would be lying if I said meeting you wasn't most the most important day of my life. And the one that would end up eventually ruining it.❞-Annalise Martin...
she was my winter-storm, and i will never forget the everlasting hail she used to destroy our love.
This collection of poetry features 40 of the 75 poems from my latest book Pomegranate Flesh. You are most welcome to vote and comment and follow me. The poems in this collection show Strider's gift of being able to weave words into creative and surprising configurations. He manipulates words to do his will, taming the...
