We all have different perceptions of love. Personal experience where love is concerned is seen in the poem. The black rose survived because of love and when it was replaced, it died and so did love. What do you think love is? Enjoy.
*sprinkles glitter all over you* well, that there is some guaranteed black girl magic
Someone once asked me to tell them about those hidden parts of me that made me who I am. Well here it is. All those thoughts in my head that seem bigger than I am that I'm finally sharing. Cover: Watercolor Painting by Adelenta.
When the quiet girl in Clayton Hugh's chemistry class comes knocking on his door at five in the morning barely covered up in her little pajamas, inattentive, and drooling like crazy, he has no choice but to take her inside. But once Lucy Walker wakes up inside a room she has never seen before wearing an over-sized t-s...
After not seeing each other for nearly eight years, Justin and Laila are suddenly forced to spend the entire summer together. Now if that's not bad enough, Justin and Laila couldn't be more opposite from each other. At first it's plainly clear to everyone that they're just not going to get along at all. But the more J...
A collection of rants & random thoughts. (Please, please, do have in mind that this was written ages ago. I was ignorant and immature, but have grown up and since then, changed my thoughts and opinions. Do not leave rude comments. Thank you. Have a nice day!) Highest rankings; #14 in random #2 in non-fiction
Northbranch Mental Hospital is home to some of the finest crazy patients. When Tessa first shows up, she expects the total opposite of what she gets. And when she meets Blue, he helps her realize that beneath the illness, lies so much more. Copyrighted @2014. Warning: **This story contains subjects that may be trigge...
A collection of suicide notes for those who need a dose of sadness. Some informations that you might like to know before you read this: ·Physical space- 0 ·Chapters- 15 approximately ·Source- Google for the first few chapters TRIGGER WARNING - Revolves around the act of killing oneself. [Graphic content]
"just look. . . at the bright blue skies in my mind," my 2nd short story. inspired by king krule's "six feet beneath the moon."
About learning how to block out what society thinks you should be according to the norms it creates.
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...
A short piece about growing up and looking back at the little girl I once was and the hurdles I faced along the way.
We stand in silence, as I sip my water, and he watches me do it. Finally, he breaks the silence. "I'm sorry if I... offended you by sleeping in your bed last night. This morning. Whatever." "It's fine. You didn't do anything." He nods, his eyes far away, as if thinking of how to word his views. "I didn't do anything...
