Mixed are the emotions, Scattered are the notions, Jumbled are the thoughts, Of feelings suppressed, feelings I forgot. Stood by and watched the scene unfold, "The way of reality," Society had told. To change my clothes and cut my hair, Was how they said to avoid their stares. I played the part, Disobeyed my heart. Living happily an insidious lie, Leaving what's left of my humanity to die. Little by little the dam piled up, Guilt and shame overflowed my cup. Goodness escaped, for she had lost her meaning, Angered at the world, I was silently screaming. So I broke apart, Anew I'd start. Now here we are at the end of my strife, Where I'll take you on a journey......a journey through my life. || Winner of the Flowery Flower Awards ||

The Rapturous Life is a book of poems filled with millions of emotions, but with a touch of colours that best describe them. ~ there's Yin and Yang, and in between all the rapturous of life ~ Emotions that communicate through the dispersion of light, Reveal millions of colours that are mixed on the palette of life.

Am I beautiful? Is this perfection? Mind says yes, Reflection says no. Beauty lies beneath, ~Always.~ Beneath lies beauty. No, says reflection, Yes, says mind. Perfection, this is. Beautiful, I am. . . . A collection of Palindrome poetry.

| WATTYS 2018 WINNER: THE POETS | ❝Only when one can smile at her own reflection, be proud of her own thoughts and be happy with who she is, will she learn to fall in love with a candid picture.❞ Unveiled, unmasked, revealed. Displayed for the world to see, is her true personality. At first, she believed thoughts were just better left unsaid. She believed in bottling up her tears and locking away her secrets. Eventually, she let out her first whisper of silence. Taking baby steps, she slowly made her way into the world. She opened up her doors and took off her mask. Now, she's ready to show her true colours. She's ready to uncover those scars hidden beneath the painted smiles and the coloured lies. She's ready to be Candid. ~A poetry collection~

Do you think something's not real, A legend , a superstition. Did you ever want an answer, A reason, an explanation. Stories could be fake, People could too, But it's not in our hands, To define who's who. Like how a picture is worth a thousand words, 'A Poem Is Worth A Story'..... Highest ranking- #8 ⭐❤❤❤⭐

Trapped. Surrounded on all sides by an overpowering barrier visible only to you. A barrier consisting of your thoughts, your dreams, your hopes, separating you from the rest of the world. Thoughts struggling to escape, the memories vivid in your head. You're trying to push back the flood of emotion, trying to break down that wall that's separating you from the judgement that awaits you at the other side. Your fears captivate you and morph you into a new person entirely. Surrounded on all sides and breaking into cold perspiration. Enveloping you is that same fear, gripping at your heart. You stand still hoping for the storm to back down, hoping for another chance. Sooner or later you're faced with reality and you'll know there's no turning back. All that remains is a whisper of silence.

Poetry,is an art of writing .A poem can be a description of something,which can be an object,a bond or even an emotion!A poem can also be a story,put in a few or many paragraphs. ..... Basically ,its a piece of writing that comes from the heart!and rhymes! ..... My poems are usually about nature....so if you like nature then yay!I have made few about other things too. Please enjoy and vote and tell me if there are any grammatical errors and where i can improve!and new topics to write on! =)

Have you ever felt overwhelmed by the number of sides to a story, the number of words to make up a description or even the number of thoughts needed to execute an idea? Have you ever had the fear of judgement, or been haunted by the thought of speaking your mind, yet still have the urge to sing at the top of your lungs? That's what writing feels like to me. I guess some things are just better left unsaid...

You ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • • • Paroxysm: A sudden outburst of emotion. • • •

❝Ebony and Ivory live together in perfect harmony.❞ We can complain about roses having thorns, or we can be happy about thorns having roses. Storms don't last forever. Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow. A story needs a villain to keep it interesting, but what's more important is a hero who can be optimistic no matter how hard the times get. Join me as I embark upon the journey of recounting tales of heartbreak, agony and pain in Ebony, and the smiles, love and felicity in Ivory. There's always a wrong to a right, Darkness to every light. There are two sides to every story, There's always an Ebony to an Ivory. Note: This book is to be read alongside its twin book, Ebony.