💙🌊I Speak in Poetry🌊💙
I couldn't contain the stories anymore. This is my truth. The fragments of my heart laid out for all to see. Words to heal, both you and me. (Poems are updated frequently)
I couldn't contain the stories anymore. This is my truth. The fragments of my heart laid out for all to see. Words to heal, both you and me. (Poems are updated frequently)
this is some poetry that I will write its new and read at your own risk
These are poems, some poems are what I wrote, others are what I liked. On my original poems I'll put this -original- I will also put some song lyrics and quotes I like in here as well MAY BE TRIGGERING SOME OF THESE ARE EMOTIONAL
"Would you believe me if I said I'm sorry?" This is what Skylar hears everytime her boyfriend Marcus hits her. His gang rules the town. She lives with her brother Trenton, who is also in the gang. Trenton doesn't know, and if he did, he'd sure beat the living hell out of Marcus. She can't tell anyone. The only person...
A poem book by the only @acceptyourflaws. Hope you like it. :) Feel free to comment, vote and/or criticize me, just keep it clean and hope you like my first poem book. ( Some of you may know this book as Flaws, but I've had to rename it to make a dream happen. Sorry.) @acceptyourflaws . Thank you to @AKindMind628 for...
The story of a ten hour flight in which Frances finds herself trapped next to the famous and obnoxious rock star Harry Styles. All rights reserved © Highest rank: #50 in FanFiction #17 in Short Story.
Josephine Marie Laken is a girl who just wants to be the perfect daughter to her parents. She craves to bring home perfect grades, even though it stresses her out to no ends. When she agrees to tutor a student in History as a favor to Mr. Harbors, that will also help raise her grade, she didn't know just what she was...
❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]
volume i "she wrote it down, she kept record of them all. words expressing past emotions, details of what transpired with who, what and where. she might call it poetry or perhaps a diary but all I saw was a paper filled with words written in denial." - r.h.Sin