She.
She's a teardrop. She's the wind. She's the summer, and the winter. She's the cold coffee. She's everything, and, at the same time, she's nothing.
She's a teardrop. She's the wind. She's the summer, and the winter. She's the cold coffee. She's everything, and, at the same time, she's nothing.
Alam mong kalaban pero nagawa mo paring mahalin. Alam mong hindi pwede pero mas lalo ka paring nagpupumilit. Alam mong mali pero ginagawa mong tama. Totoong masarap ang mga bawal. Pero masarap parin ba pag magkasakitan na? Masarap parin ba pag pinaiyak ka na? Hanggang kailan mo kayang ipaglaban ang pag ibig na hindi m...
scintilla (n.) a tiny, brilliant flash or spark; a small thing; a barely visible trace. [lower-case intended] © zay black cover by renée
A collection of original poems revolving around what it's like to have depression. ©BrokenLead 2014
Idedescribe ko pa ba?. Sasabihin ko pa ba na nasasaktan na ako.? ~>> Gagawa na lang ako ng TULA para SAYO. 💘💞 enjoy reading🙌
i feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, regardless of gender, orientation, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. that t...
in which a fighter doesn't give up on living. three words. three lines. thirty more screams. [FreeYourBody & FreeYourShorts]
❝ she won't be a damsel in distress nor will she be someone as important. but she'll be there to redress your wounds and swab every hurting scar clean. she'll scare the hell out of you, but she'll keep your demons at bay. she won't cry pretty, but at least she'll try to cry all of the guilt off. and she isn't that eas...
''painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.'' - leonardo da vinci
''poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.'' - robert frost
"We choose our sorrows and our joys long before we experience them." © 2015 by NoiseOfSilence. All rights reserved.
junkyard dreaming: where the broken thoughts go to die and leave something vaguely like stories in their wake. OR - a collection of one shots and various items of the like.
❝Do me a favor, Wynona Benoit: tell me that unselfish deeds exist. Be careful though, because I'll start to believe in the world again if you do.❞
but when she bleeds each bit of that wonder comes slowly dripping out of her leaving her with noting but the dead and unwanted weeds --- [highest rank: #68 in thepeopleofsociety] --- *poems do not belong to me.*
"Poems don't always have to rhyme, sometimes they just need to touch the heart." - [Highest rank: #100 in poetry]
These poems were written in my dark times of 2015. I did not want to see the next day, or face people who were suppose to be friends and family. Since then, I have become a mother at a young age and found peace in my trauma. If you would've told me that life was gonna change drastically, I wouldn't have believed you...
"Hey it's Caleb. Sorry I missed your call. I'm probably out doing something stupid with my friends. Leave a message and I'll call you back when I can." Copyright 2017 © skylarwrites_ All Rights Reserved.
Flaw; -a fault or weakness -A mistake -Imperfect Every person's feelings are imperfect and so are mine. *Short poems* Started; May 6th'17 HR- #16 in poetry (23/8/17) ❤ #18 in poetry (22/8/17) #22 in poetry (21/8/17) #28 in poetry (4/8/17) #38 in poetry (2/8/17) #46 in poetry (1/8/17) #66 in poetry (30/7/17...