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we are the broken//we are the corrupt//we are the shallow #54 poetry (2/23)

letters to no one ➳ [poetry]

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

loud poetry from a quiet girl

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

phobia » poetry

persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it. © sushitae- 「 highest ranking: #20 in poetry 」

sad poems

because everyone gets a little sad sometimes. (poems belong to me)

The Wrong Side of Right

❝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)

Sad poems by a sad girl

These are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that haunts your living moments, the crippling feeling of your heart breaki...

anthology

"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016

Passenger

It is not about the destination. It is about the journey. #26 in poetry (Apr 8th 2016) Photo belongs to its rightful owner.

Adopted by Pierce the Veil

"Why don't you go cut yourself? You seem to be great at it." Mike sneered. "You're such an asshole." I retorted. "Go kill yourself." He snickered. "It's one thing to tell me to cut myself and then to tell me to kill myself. Your brother self harmed too and you begged him to stop; yet you wish it upon his daughter? Wh...

poetry

she was as beautiful as the poems he wrote. © copyright dreamingmgc

The Butterflies Have Gone | ✔️

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

In Her Shoes

ǁ You stare at her in the mirror, at those sad and empty eyes you know so well and wonder how it feels...

shades of blue

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Six words

Sometimes only six words are needed to be said in order to tell a story. (Not all are mine)