they called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they struggle to find a way to explain everything with ideas that make any sense at all. {Started March 15, 2018} {Ended ---September 13, 2018} {Wattpad Editors Choice Award: December 20, 2018 - April 12, 1019}

Have you ever felt overwhelmed by the number of sides to a story, the number of words to make up a description or even the number of thoughts needed to execute an idea? Have you ever had the fear of judgement, or been haunted by the thought of speaking your mind, yet still have the urge to sing at the top of your lungs? That's what writing feels like to me. I guess some things are just better left unsaid...

Trapped. Surrounded on all sides by an overpowering barrier visible only to you. A barrier consisting of your thoughts, your dreams, your hopes, separating you from the rest of the world. Thoughts struggling to escape, the memories vivid in your head. You're trying to push back the flood of emotion, trying to break down that wall that's separating you from the judgement that awaits you at the other side. Your fears captivate you and morph you into a new person entirely. Surrounded on all sides and breaking into cold perspiration. Enveloping you is that same fear, gripping at your heart. You stand still hoping for the storm to back down, hoping for another chance. Sooner or later you're faced with reality and you'll know there's no turning back. All that remains is a whisper of silence.

| WATTYS 2018 WINNER: THE POETS | ❝Only when one can smile at her own reflection, be proud of her own thoughts and be happy with who she is, will she learn to fall in love with a candid picture.❞ Unveiled, unmasked, revealed. Displayed for the world to see, is her true personality. At first, she believed thoughts were just better left unsaid. She believed in bottling up her tears and locking away her secrets. Eventually, she let out her first whisper of silence. Taking baby steps, she slowly made her way into the world. She opened up her doors and took off her mask. Now, she's ready to show her true colours. She's ready to uncover those scars hidden beneath the painted smiles and the coloured lies. She's ready to be Candid. ~A poetry collection~

A special Poem from The Nightfall. *Meeting you to care for you and to love you, Is the only reason why I keep fighting, To be with you and stay with you till the end, I'll search even through far even at the nightfall.*

A random short words to express feelings, emotions and wanting. So thankful enough to be part of the best top ranking in #Poetry. #Poetry Rank: #82 #77 #83 #64 #60 #55 #47 #39 #33 #32 #25 #26 #23 #19 #20 #19 #21 #26 #22 #32 #28 #24 #27 #28 #32 #38 #17 #18 #16 #36 #50 #35 #28 #37 #26 #29 #41 #23 #27 #21 #23 #20 #29 #36 #29 #34 #40 #25 #34 #38 #41 #31 #26 #20 #22 #23 #18 #21 #18 #15 #13 #19 #26 #14 #15 #22 #17 #18 #24 #18 #23 #29 #14 #19 #26 #18 #21 #34 #35 #27 #33 #23 #20 #25 #24 #29 #28 #35 #37 #46 #27 #33 #27 #35 #36 #38 #24 #35 #39 #23 #22 #23 #28 #34 #24 #26 #32 #40 #27 #32 #27 #28 #23 #27 #21 #19 #25 #20 #28 #35 #40 #13 #21 #18 #23 #27 #13 #15 #25 #26 #15 #23 #29 #23 #27 #19 #20 #17 #21 #22 #21 #27 #33 #38 #29 #36 #37 #38 #48 #62 #67 #103 #124 #138 #142 #171 #95 #308 #18 #21 #29 #31 #45 #52 #59 #78 #101 #130 #165 #154 #172 #477 #550 #719 #965 #925 #844 #895 #561 #609 #770 #521 #895 #282 #247 #192 #200 #212 #423 #466 #951 #177 #187 #192 #201 #389 #577 #593 #788 #767 #787 #631 #490 #353 #275 #799 #606 #565 #721 #331 #238 #224 #235 #446 #636 #552 #328 #371 #337 #396 #73 #88 #115 #138 #177 #277 #355 #430 #455 #664 #922 #590 #668 #671 #613 #410 #225 #401 #959 #658 #404 #678 #790 #843 #377 #344 #310 #344 #214 #189 #237 #256 #218 #425 #514 #448 #588 #481 #360 #267 #229 #431 #462 #482 #882 #865 #607 #505 #427 #326 #287 #262 #946 #107 #112 #63 #106 #120 #104 #120 #150 #180 #429 #514 #869 #886 #931 #484 #257 #215 #306 #490 #337 #300

I describe my best friend, who could be my crush.

What a best friend is (it's a pome!)

Idk it's random

This a description of the guy I fell in love with.