When I met him on a rainy afternoon the air smelt like gardenias. My black oxford pumps were soaked from accidentally stepping on a puddle, and the tiny yellow umbrella I held up barely saved me from the chilly rain. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, the sky was pink and blue. I was starving and almost craving to smell the stuffy scent of my closed up home's small living room. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, his son held my feet out of the blue and called me 'mum'. He rushed out of the restaurant only seconds later, his cheeks a pale flushed hue. When I met him one day on a rainy afternoon, he looked up into my eyes and apologized. And inside my head, I thought to myself... what a lovely way to meet a lovely man on such a lovely rainy afternoon. ••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-•••••• 1st Draft - 15/03/18 2nd Draft - 08/08/20 Published : 28/08/21 | Paperback & Kindle Cover : Sierra Po Trailer : boba

Just a collection of poems and thoughts that I've written down over the years. Not all are long, not all rhyme, not all are in verse form, and few are happy. But they're all poetry just the same.

what do you want to say? what do you want to hear? // a series of conversations; personally made, written, and thought of by me. • highest ranking #28 in Poetry - 11/23/17 COMPLETE ✔️

i don't know how to move on, but i do know how to miss you. so i'm writing a collection of poems and things to help me when i'm missing you the most. {lowercase intended} highest ranking: #59 in poetry 2.28.22

Collection of sad poetry. A lot of love and heartbreaks. Depressing and a little happiness. All rights reserved Whatsupmic

This is for the lost times in where I found myself. [COMPLETE ✔️] • highest ranking #2 in Poetry - 01/09/17 for ratings and reviews: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40609222-life-life

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Our final contest of the year to determine our favourite Poet for 2016.

"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less pathetic. And also, I spice it up with dirty poetry, in good ol' me style, so I don't ruin the esthetics.

❝We all are addicted to something that ruins us.❞ Just some powerful quotes that I found and compiled them into a book. Highest rank; #1 in Poetry (straight #1 from March 16, 2016 - April 18, 2016)