P E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow. D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utter. §---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---~||~---§ A recollection of poems I made. Highest rank: #27 in Poetry August 3, 2016

Golden threads from a dirt human. Poetry and philosophy that I write for me and share for you. (Cover art by Gabriel Levesque/@oskadesign)

The sequel to "Ramblings Of A Storm" Because sometimes a human is enough to drive you wild. - Crimsyy♡

Every stroke of my pen feels like coming home. #MyYouth Highest Rank: #4 in poetry [May 17, 2016]

• All of my posts on this book are reminders to my own soul, reflections of my own thoughts - all of which are written by me and may be pretty deep •

Thoughts of sleepy things (tea, blankets, and delicious warmth) sleepy musings, and just poetry for when I can't sleep.

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The thoughts and musings of no-one in particular. A collection of short-stories and poems.

I am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself. Crimsyy Copyright 2016 #1