[ collection of things that never really fit, short stories, poems, whatevers ] Things that could be so much more, and yet churned to a stop.

These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.

It is easy to lose yourself around the bright lights if you have got dark soul. Words are masterpieces carved from the blue of our souls and sprinkled with midnight regrets. All rights reserved. © DirectionerRia17 (#1 in poetry on 11/07/2016) (#8 in poetry on 18/01/2016) (#9 in poetry on 07/01/2016) (#1 in poetry, What's Hot section on 11/07/2016)

seventeen syllables, telling stories. highest poems ranking: #21 highest poetry ranking: #16 highest haiku tag ranking: #1

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

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