Detailed Poetry that will ripple through your body and impale you with emotions; emotions you were suffocating with the light God has given you.

~And as I float, float in this starry vastness do I wonder, wonder at infinity's mysteries~ What if I told you that two doors down there's a universe lovelier than a renaissance masterpiece?

Perhaps someday these words will make up for the bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights. [H.R: #13 in Poetry] beautiful cover by: @-averagesky

i may be quiet but i'm full of alphabet soup ~ #37 in poetry

a collection of haiku poems. ➳ originally written [#03 in poetry - 7.13.16]

| 1st Place for Summer Sun Awards (Beginner's Firsts) | | 2nd Place for the Pinpoint Awards | | Finalist for the 2016 Awards | It matters not what people think regarding things you believe strongly in. Perhaps, it may even help to even spread a word or two regarding what dwells within you. Don't be afraid of the thoughts you believe are truly nonsensical. They always have a place somewhere, and for me, these are a collection of the "It"s inside my brain. Thank you for dropping by.

LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay. Journey on a road that is smooth, graveled and sometimes even unmade yet to the destination that is not pretty. Euphemism intended. Scribbles, v. The product of life's ups and downs while on the road to decay. Darks, lights and greys all depicted in a string of doodles and sometimes, poetry. She scribbles is a collection of poetry pieces that are a product of life's events and courses. Poetry that is stirred by an emotion, event or a thought penned down spontaneously without intrusion of alien variants with hopes that it pulls at the strings of your heart. Trigger warning: The feels that compelled/upshot the poetry are highly contagious. Take refuge in a tub of ice cream and dozens of chocolates if the symptoms cause impairment in functioning.

The collection of my thoughts and feelings this contains They rattle around the heightened corners in my brain And to the public I have cast all these flowing words askew And as I try to release more pieces to the the winds anew To all those who have watched my work, I plead that you don't tire You may request a poem made for you if you have such a desire Please do not hold back the will to comment or suggest something you see Please do give kindness in form of vote and I will continue to serve thee Highest Rank : #12 (Cover is self made)