you haven't really met me until it's three am and we're all alone.

“ a collection of hallucinations ”

a poem about writing poems

in which marcus and audrey exchange sweaters. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

I used to think b e a u t i f u l things did no harm until I harmed myself because of words spoken from a b e a u t i f u l mouth and letters strung into bitter sentences by b e a u t i f u l fingertips *** This is just a bunch of poems I write. I WRITE THEM ALL YOU MAY NOT USE THEM. sometimes I don't use capital letters....deal with iy

in which a guy named peter records his thoughts and memories for a girl named alice as he tries to replay their relationship.

she brought the camera up to her eye level and snapped a quick photo of him."why must you take multiple pictures on daily basis?" he grunted, evidentially irritated as she rested her camera on her lap calmly, she began, "because I know that one day we'll go our separate paths and lose contact so I want to keep as much memories with you, and these photo's are eternal remaining memories that cannot be replace nor can they be forgotten unless they are left to burn," she explained.

❝ julia adored simple things like, the soft medley of the violin or the sound of rain drops pouring. ❞ mystery, adventure and with a hint of romance. you get the picture. // lower caps intended. // may have rather sexual content. // it shall start slow and sometimes shortly detailed.

dear oliver: there's something i have to tell you. lilly. [ 11 | 30 | 14 - #146 Teen Fiction ] [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-fourteen ]

reminisces; ❝I never knew he would be such a prominent part of my life.❞