Love in the shape of poems. Pain in the shape of words.

"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less pathetic. And also, I spice it up with dirty poetry, in good ol' me style, so I don't ruin the esthetics.

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

Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

from the unloved, to the unloved. © sonderingly

De•pres•sion /dèpreSH(e)n/ 1. The feeling of serve despondency and dejection "I'm often silent when I'm screaming inside." - CREDITS TO THE OWNER WHO WROTE SOME OF THESE--Will state the ones that are MINE. Don't fight me over this.

These are poems and songs that were written by me or just random poems or lyrics from someone.

Maya Walker is misunderstood. People judge her quickly and usually end up hating what they see. They don't take the time to see that she's smart and in need of hope and love. Maybe they judge her because of her dark looks and personality, or it may be because people have used her past to keep her from having a good reputation and finding herself. What happens when someone starts trying to figure her out? What happens when someone tries to help her find herself? What happens when that someone is the new guy that just happens to be someone important? Finding Me © 2016 CGirlyGirl |All Rights Reserved.| Cover by @sighlights [Started in February 2016] [Completed on February 21, 2017] [Last Chapter published on February 26, 2017]

❝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 ]