[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/17 : #393 in Poetry 31/12/17 : #172 in Poetry 1/1/18 : #126 in Poetry 3/1/18 : #107 in Poetry 4/1/18 : #94 in Poetry 5/1/18 : #82 in Poetry 6/1/18 : #80 in Poetry 7/1/18 : #69 in Poetry 8/1/18 : #66 in Poetry 9/1/18 : #57 in Poetry 10/1/18 : #47 in Poetry 12/1/18 : #35 in Poetry 18/1/18 : #34 in Poetry 19/1/18 : #15 in Poetry 7/2/18 : #13 in Poetry 9/2/18 : #10 in Poetry 16/2/18 : #7 in Poetry 7/3/18: #6 in Poetry

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In the dark places of mortal hearts,lies hidden the great enemy of mankind. Most live oblivious to the true nature of mortality. Some unfortunate souls have known nothing but darkness since the dawn of their existence. An anthology of poetry that chronicles my journey through the darkness of the mind. When darkness encroaches the mind and the soul,what hope do mortal hearts hold? We shall journey to the heart of Midnight's shadow and lay bare it's nature. We shall look upon our hearts. 🙂 Let's get started!

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Humor || Aria Daniels has one of the most vivacious personalities ever. She is a crazy teenage girl that is impossibly hard to drag down. So what happens when she finds a letter telling her that her brother has been kidnapped and won't be returned unless she pays sixty thousand dollars? She doesn't follow the rules of the letter and get the money. Oh no, in fact, she breaks into the kidnappers base with a bobby pin, steals their cupcakes, paints their abs with white paint and somehow ends up in London with a room full of gang members and a bright pink gun. This is one hell of a crazy story. ~~~~~ WARNING: This book is weird as fuck. It's no joke, I am telling you now that all the characters might as well be high on drugs the whole time because some of the shit they do makes no sense but I promise it will make you laugh (if not I'll give you a cookie). [COMPLETED] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

Ezekiel (Zero) lived alone with his sister, Maya for most of his life. Living in poverty, they did not have to opportunity to enjoy the luxuries of the Golden Age, which was graciously provided to them by the Traveler. However, after having fallen victim to the Collapse, they were both reawakened as Guardians. Forming the fireteam Hidden Power, with the help of a curious Exo Huntress and a sarcastic human Warlock, they fought to purge the Darkness in the name of the Traveler. ~~~ This was first video game fanfic. My obsession towards Destiny, and adoration towards the "Chronicles of a Warlock" series by @bad-juju inspired me to write my own fanfiction, and I'm pretty happy with how it all turned out. I own most of the characters in this story but not the entire story (story belongs to Bungie), except a few sections of it. Well, if you played the game, you can figure out what's mine and what isn't XD I hope you enjoy :)

Mate. For the shifting community, this is the term applied to the one person who is yours and yours alone; a soul mate. So imagine the shock Bianca faces when at the young age of sixteen she goes through her first shift and manages to meet her mate. Yet he has other ideas for the happily ever after she was raised to be believe it would be. Left in the wilderness and fighting for life, its her wolf that takes over and her true journey is only just beginning. _______ [ this is a first draft and requires editing ] © 2013 ellarose12

A girl with a dark past, scared to overcome it. In a tunnel desperately trying to find the light to see the end of it. Pleading to a god out there for happiness in her life. Gives her heart out, and gets it shredded in return. Dying on the inside ,but for some unknown reason she cant die on the outside. Wonders everyday.. What did she do to deserve this? Will she finally be in peace for once or is it just too good to be true? Will the broken girl be fixed? °°°°°°°°°°°° Warning THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED, AND THEIR WILL BE GRAMMAR AND SPELLING MISTAKES.

Erato, ancient keeper of the golden arts . Whisper tales from eons lost. Remind us mortals of stories lost throughout the ages ,remembered only by you,the muses.