when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

what a strange feeling

If Julia Hart was fall, Lance Taylors was winter. And when winter falls, so do they - for each other. Or so he hoped. ©thebrumous, only available on Wattpad. All Rights Reserved. [Credit to @thelimpid for inspiring and helping with this very story.] HIGHEST RANKS: #22 IN POETRY | #10 IN FALL | #56 IN WINTER

The Darkness Within is a poem about life and the hardships that all of us go through, sometimes in life we tend to hide things away rather than speak about them, and over time that builds up to a point where you slowly start to feel the darkness taking over from within, sometimes it feels overwhelming but the main message that this poem spreads is at that moment always remembering the reason you started this journey of life and the fact that you are never really alone.

Poems about sadness, alcoholism, fear, and pretty much anything else you can think of to describe pain, with hints of love and passion. Enjoy!

Do you see that dark figure following you? No. Don't move, or it'll go away. What do you think it is? Maybe it's some kind of monster, I'm scared. Wait, I have one too. What is this? It's called a shadow? What is a shadow? Is it a friend or foe? A stalker of the day and night? A monster that lurks in the darkness? A friend following you to the bitter end? Or just an illusion of light, and nothing more? But don't be so scared. You should find out yourself, what a shadow really is. Cover by @GorgeousBish

A collection of poems, made from my heart and soul.♡ (Please do not steal my poems) (If you know if someone is stealing one of my poems, please contact me) (WARNING!! Some poems might deal with sensitive topics. If you are easily offended do not read) (Most of the cover pictures will be made by myself, but the book cover will not be. And the first poems will not be either) (At the moment, the story cover does not belong to me) (Please don't steal the cover pictures either) (And finally, thank you for picking my story!!)

A small but ever-growing collection of original poetry from the mind of a 19 year old pothead. This is home to a large range of thoughts, feelings, and ideas that cloud my head in poetry form.

"human beings are works in progress who mistakenly think they're finished" © taekth 2016