Overdosed
A collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
"he's colder than ice but god, he lights up a fire in my chest." a collection of sad words about numb skin and cold hearts
"drinking cough syrup when you didn't have a cough was ironic, because in reality, you were sicker than you thought." a book of poetry, phrases, paeans, and prose that seem to capture the essence of what life has shown me. [you b r o k e me, life. but now I am indestructible] [my words are all I have. please do not t...
you don't a reason to live. it's ok to just be. but when you're feeling down and need to remind yourself all the reasons why we love life, take a look inside..
Filled with many sad and happy poems // all poems are not written by me unless stated otherwise
"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
A compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced
short poems by a teenage girl who changes her style multiple times throughout this book. 11/13/15 - #34
trying to turn my constant longing, lonely bitterness into poetry so it can be just as pretty as it is ugly (art: Beth Hoeckel) A.P./poetic- © all rights reserved
"though your skin's sheet white and your arms carry scars, your hair isn't clean much and your lungs black with tar and god, you love to argue and you can't play guitar but still let me tell you that I love who you are." 2014
"without you my air tastes like nothing. For you, I hold my breath." a collection of the things i felt about you and what i felt after you left.
You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly