just a collection of jumbled up words that i like to call poems the art on the cover is by ed stockham : http://edstockham.tumblr.com/

This is where my soul hides. It is a book full of words that combines into an art. My only runaway mess of reality. It is a pack of love, heartbreak, and the dark side of me put into one. So, here I scream my thoughts, will you feel my scars?

a collection of short poems that were the result of late night breakdowns i sincerely hope you can't relate to some of these enjoy p.s. lowercase intended

Poetry/Rants

Prequel to poem 7 of Honesty. Book 1 of the Burn Trilogy.

poetry. By me:))

a little something something. ;)

"i was thinkin' about yesterday, when you asked me why i stayed, with this, and i didn't answer you. i didn't answer you, because i don't know why i stay. nova?" "yea?" "would you like to run away with me?" {cover: @guyswithguitars } highest ranking: #21 in Poetry || completed || "shoot for the moon. even if you miss, you'll land among the stars"

I picked up rolled and folded notes from my jar one after another daily, during my happy and sad moments. And would like to share with you what was written in it.

»He needed her affection of love and she needed his heartbeats to fall asleep«