Featured in Poetry section. The Brahmin, who took to arms to subdue the arrogant warrior class of Kshatriyas, deserves an epic. He is depicted here with all his attributes and vulnerabilities, taken from mythology. If the stories contradict, only one in its entirety is chosen. Whenever possible, the reference will be given. His presence is felt throughout India, and some say he even went to Greece. He created famous Brahmin lineages which exist and thrive even to this day. The work is original and not translated.

when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

Poetry on nature and experience

A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to accept herself as the wonderful, happy, beautiful young woman everyone else saw her as. Her words reflect the pain and torment she allowed another to cause her. It is her mother's most heart felt desire to reach even one young person struggling to accept themselves. To encourage them to open up and talk to someone, to know they are never alone, to know their feelings are validated. She also hopes to reach a mother that perhaps feels her daughter is perfect and completely in charge of her life, as mothers often do. After reading her poetry, hopefully it will facilitate conversation, confirm unconditional love and help to end words that a mother never hears. I am her mother and these are her words.

[Highest Ranking: #6 in Poetry on 21st August 2016] My mind is the ever changing tides of the ocean, My eyes are the impending waves. My heart : the beating thunder claps, My soul : the endless sea. _________________ A collection of poems from the mind of a teenager. _________________ Copyright©2016 Urvx

They sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~

You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Featured book of poems This is a part of a game that I am playing. I take only 1 chapter of a prose piece written by me. It is published in Wattpad as Devil, the Servant : Chapter 1 : The Darkness. I take all nouns of it. I delete the common ones. From them I choose 20. Jumble them. Write 20 poems on each of them each day, for 20 days. So these are my nouns used in my prose in a single thought, now made to poetry.

Was published, but is now off the market--I'm sorry! Brianne is the opposite of her best friend, Kyla. Kyla is open-minded; Brianne is closed off, judgmental. Kyla is a hopeless romantic. Brianne? Not so much. So when Kyla shoves an apple into her face telling her to throw it across the cafeteria so she can find her future love, Brianne is anything but interested. And yet she throws the apple anyway. Who does the apple hit? Dannon Barone, the most popular boy in school. Though he's seemingly sweet and all-smiles, Brianne dislikes him. She thinks he's a fake, a fraud, someone who is just charming the crowds in order to gain popularity. But Brianne is about to learn that stereotypes are not true, and that she's been too quick to judge those around her. Brianne Nichols' life is about to change forever. And what does she have to thank for it? A bruised piece of fruit. Who would have known that a stupid apple could be right? | technically not part of the summary | Okay, so I know the prenote says to find any errors you can. Just letting you know there's no point to that anymore because I've reedited it two more times after this one (extensively so), and already sent it in to be self-published. The only reason that the prenote is still up is because a fan made an amusing slideshow and if I edit anything then the tags for the wattys will be gone and I'll no longer be entered , hahah!