a collection of feelings and redemptions. © all rights reserved 2017 | kimi

❝All the lies we promise And all the chapters in our lives. How do we know what is right or wrong this time?❞ Random poems by a random girl 🖤 Highest ranking: #1 in Poembook #7 in Poetry #3 in Poems Started: 27/1/19 Completed: 30/5/19

"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.]

Poetry

[A Wattpad Featured Story] #MeToo Piper Lee is a girl struggling to make amends with her past, let alone go through high school. She prefers to stay away from boys, and succeeds at this, until a certain football player named Micah Anderson can't seem to stay away from her. Granted, it is Piper's fault for telling him he could sing and sparking nothing but interest in him, but in her defense, the choir program is dying. It wasn't totally about the fact that he's cute. {Small warning for mentions of PTSD, PTSD symptoms, and so on. Stay safe x.}

[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a clue of who he used to be. Voicemails sent to him from a girl called Ari might have the answers to his questions. A story told through voicemails.

A collection of poetry found its way juxtaposed with short works of prose, conveying talks about what comprises the life of a fool, what it takes to be such, and whatnots in between. Fools is a book of poems and prose alike, dedicated for those who experienced being a fool so deeply that it became an overlooked habit.

lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡

He was the boy that no one noticed. He was quiet, bland to the naked eye, a total wallflower who sat on the sidelines and lacked in eye contact with those around him though he had the type of eyes that made you feel like you could drown. He tried his best to blend into the background, but what he didn't know was that he was the only one that caught my eye. He was the most intriguing person I had ever laid eyes on even though he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anything.

Short sad quotes. All credit to the authors. Some originals in the mix. Don't put comments that make people WORSE or PISSED OFF. DUH.