raindrops
words that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.
words that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.
❝ They watched the stars, night after night ❞ { Watty 2015 Winner Copyright © republicans. All Rights Reserved }
she used to hate flowers, but the sun showed her how beautiful it is. { poetry || short story - written in english }
I'm fine I'm fine I'll be fine. | A story told through verse. WARNING: Because of the themes I introduce in this book (eating disorders, strong language, and self harm), Wattpad has rated this story mature. HOWEVER, I personally recommend this to be PG-13, so don't be afraid to check out "I'm Fine" if you'...
Let this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and let every word take you into the deep.
We are all simply doing everything we can to find our charted path to the moon. © Copyright 2016 by Lily White. All rights reserved.
1. the sad story of a broken mind incoherently splattered in words. 2. the dead caricature of someone too far gone to see. 3. not enough. #53 in poetry / #163 in short story (29-10-14)
this is the backwards story of how i [lost my mind] fell in love. lowercase intended. #83 in poetry | #150 in short story | 14-11-14
One word for every month we've been together. Terri, I love you, but it's time to say goodbye. (Cover by @gnarly-)
It's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" is an ongoing collection of poetry. It is a work-in-progress and I will...
the scrape of a prism on us; you're the paintbrush and i am your canvas and together we draw so many convoluted lines on our lives.
"summer, winter, spring, and fall. i love summer most of all." { poetry || short story - written in english }
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
[COMPLETE ✓] Rumour has it that a new guy is joining our class this year. All the girls are going crazy, imagining all the case scenarios from cliché YA books: mysterious, rebel, bad boy, werewolf, fallen angel, even vampire! The worst part, I don't even think they have read the books; they only watched the films...
"Why jump?" "Do you know what another word for 'autumn' is?" she asked. He stayed silent. "Fall."