poems 2017

notes, poetry and thoughts of 2017

lovesick

eat up my heart honey, feed it to the birds. i don't need it anyway. it hasn't done me any good.

obsolete

"no longer in general use; fallen into disuse; effaced by wearing down or away."

daughter

i am a disappointment and that is not okay. [ © thronos two-thousand-&-thirteen ]

endless

a collection of thoughts, poems and writings, by yours truly. copyright by heights on wattpad; please do not redistribute or you will be dealt with accordingly. poetry #272 other #417 26/10

sailing thoughts

we all need to let our thoughts sail sometimes.

THE MOON AND HIS STARS, poetry.

･ : * ₊ ‧ ✩ a short poetry collection. for the lovers of the moon and stars and everything above us. © firebolt

infinite

Infinite love. Various one shots. [Short Story #56 | Romance #74]

Toxicity

Toxicity follows three teenagers in a nightclub and their interactions. Sarah is just there because her friends dragged her alone. Jimmy is there for Sarah, because he is in love with her, but unfortunately he's never spoken to her. Mick is a douchebag who is out for a good time and who has eyes for Sarah as well. Thi...

monsters.

❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]

but a dream

the tale of a love that not even a woman full of mistakes could destroy.

l i q u i d ♥ c o u r a g e

Here lies the contents of my mind.

Morbid

morbid adjective /ˈmɔː.bɪd/ /ˈmɔːr-/ definition: too interested in unpleasant subjects, especially death: a morbid fascination with death

black & white

❝ some things are just black and white; like words, and letters of words, scripted on delicate paper. ❞ a place to contain the little snippets of my mind that refuses to stay tame.

sympathize

he had made mistakes because once, he was lost. but now she's the one that's lost, and all he's trying to do is help her be found.

empathize

the scribbled down thoughts of a girl who's utterly lost. a girl who's begging for anyone to save her, but really it's a certain someone she's wishing for.

give it up, ghost.

old poems from an odd time. circa 2015-2016 (ish).

Smudged Ink

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

definitions.

some things just define us.

bravery

My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #31 Poetry: #90)

set free

a cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious

Catharsis | On Hold

Perhaps tomorrow, the flowers will begin to bloom for you, too. Wattpad Pick - 4/19/18 (Pocketful of Posey) Featured on TeenFiction (Trending Teen Fiction) Featured on WattpadPoetry (Heart Stains)

11:11

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

&.

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

facade

what a strange feeling

Sadness

#18 in poetry (04/04/2016) 'I keep telling myself; you're okay you'll get through this things get better when i know deep down im broken. ' a collection of poems and quotes I write when I'm well, depressed.

shades of blue

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

four days after

❝it was always you and me; always us against the world. but i only realised that four days after.❞ a story about learning to forgive.

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐃

a collection of unsent letters art by yuschav arly

In Her Shoes

ǁ You stare at her in the mirror, at those sad and empty eyes you know so well and wonder how it feels...