broken sentences from thoughts that ached to be fathomed and written in w o r d s. ☼ poetry and short stories ☼ ❆ ❆ ❆ all rights reserved twenty sixteen copyright to @harshenixx

i write poetry when my mind is clouded with thoughts an anthology of poems. • all rights reserved twenty fifteen • • copyright to @harshenixx • ranking; Poetry 120

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

"Was it hard?" I ask. ''Letting go? Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real." ○ ○ ○ In every relationship there are always two sides: Giver and Taker, and Jasmine was the Giver, she gave it all, with an open heart, and a sweet smile. But even though John was the Taker, he definitely wasn't a keeper.

Someone is following me. I only catch glimpses of a man in the shadows behind me whenever I steal a glance, but I know that something is wrong... In the tradition of UK drabbles, this is a story that is exactly 100 words.

you haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.

''It's weird what a simple paper plane can do because weirdly it created love.''

❝Most of us are imprisoned by something. We're living in darkness until something flips on the switch.❞― Wynonna Judd

"Was it hard?" I ask. ''Letting go? Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real."

A short story about a girl understanding the true value of friendship. Sequel now available: "Goodbye" on my page.