Ćømpłěţěď "I knock on your door, See blood flowing on the floor, But when I realize, the blood isn't mine, I come back for more." Many people write poetry about how happy they are, how content they are with their life. But what if you aren't? What if the only thing you fear is oblivion? That's when the dark thoughts kick in. That's when Dark Days start. Those are the days you suffer. Those are the days you don't feel like yourself. Those are the days of Darkness. Here are the poetry of the Days of Darkness . #14, #12, #11, #8 in What's Hot list in poetry. Book rank in poetry:#412 #269 #215 #139 #97 #95 #79 #77 #22 #31 The credit for that awesome cover goes to @pythagoraswasadouche

behind every lie, there's always an untold story.

''They say that poetry must be written a certain way. They say it must be strong and powerful all the time. This is simply not true. A true artist of words puts it into perspective for other people. They write what they believe. They write for themselves not just for publicity. They fills others minds with thoughts, leaving them slightly confused. They being out the nature in words. They bring out the silent wind in poetry. I can become an artist of words. You can become an artist of words. Anyone can be an artist of words.'' Just a fourteen year old trying to write some poetry. Please vote and comment if you like my poems.

Poetry about being in love and getting hurt.

Sharing my mind, my late night thoughts and my daydreams.

Poems Collection - Random Theme... Note: All media used are from the internet...

"-i forgot how to miss you, you forgot how to love me too" ten words . three hundred and sixty five days . one story - #33 ; poetry (31/7)

ǁ [WATTPAD FEATURED BOOK 2.4.2016] Shadows that whisper your name. ǁ #23 on 11/23/15

"i. they tell me they 
cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them
 that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. science. history. iv. but i want to speak. there are moments that fleet away when i do not store them. there are impulses that dab off when i do not write. v. when i am alive, i burst
open with Slyvia Plath and Robert Frost. my hair fluffs with words. my veins cry with poetry. vi. welcome to my poetry book. i hope you drown in the words you sink in." ©theperfectphoenix Established -- [09-03-2016] Highest Rank : #2 in Poetry. Now A Wattpad Featured Book! [20-05-2016]