snow girl

poetry ; an occasional scattered thought

Watercolor Dreams

"Dream for me, will you?" "No, I won't" ***** Amazing cover from: Me, myself January 8, 2016 #312 in Poetry January 13, 2016 #131 in Poetry January 16 ,2016 #113 in Poetry January 17, 2016 #89 in Poetry January 21, 2016 #66 in Poetry Formerly named, "Coffee, Tea o...

Reflection

Daily thoughts, reflections and imaginations. Thank you for reading, I truly appreciate any time given and if you also happen to hit the little vote button, you have my eternal gratitude. ❤️

A Weight off My Mind - Time to Live

Regardless of size, putting your life on hold until you reach that perfect weight, does no one any good. This will be my collection of poems reflecting on societies obsession with weight and size and the effect this has on us and how we can change this. We shouldn't be allowing it to determine whether we should be...

growing wings | Completed

❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberating yourself, spreading your wings, and taking flight away from this b...

Poetry

A book with feelings as content.

My Little Black Book of Thoughts

A collection of poems, prose, and random thoughts by a girl who just loves to write. ••• All rights reserved, aka please don't steal my work 🖤

Alive - Original Poetry

This is a book of original poetry, written by me. I do not allow any one to repost my work anywhere, so if you see any stolen work on other websites or anything, please tell me and I will sort it. Thank you. This is poetry that is written by a person who has been through pretty dark times, but has come out the other s...

White Out (Poetry Collection)

you weren't supposed to see this. •••••••••• a diary of imagination; a life where the lines are blurred. a memoir of things that never happened, and a few that did.

Metrical Composition and Other Superpowers

A collection of poems, both great and small. From the mind of a (slightly) emotionally unstable overly-caffeinated ambivert.

Vignettes

Spilled Ink

not to be confused with my rant book of saltiness. This is more like for random thoughts and attempts at poetry. Also where my edginess goes tbh

ephemera.

Sentences begin to make sense when you break the word order. People begin to show their true colours when you break their heart apart. Yet sense hurts and true colours don't last. - I write mostly to escape my mind, and rarely to express it. So you'll read mini-story poems and some dark and messy ones. Criticise...