POEM COMPILATION ☆ Highest rank in POETRY: 5 ☆ -- × poetry × language : english × started : 150111 × ended : 160927 × status : COMPLETED ( all poems made by me + plagiarism is a crime )

Just another classic cliché tale of one-sided love.

i feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, regardless of gender, orientation, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. that tag was absolutely NOT associated with the alllivesmatter movement - that movement does not reflect the actual belief that all lives do matter. i have removed it now as the meaning behind the phrase 'all lives matter' is associated with a white supremacist ideology that is now being used to oppose and try to silence the Black Lives Matter movement. all lives will matter when black lives, trans lives, indigenous lives, and all other oppressed groups are included in that. i hope that one day the phrase 'all lives matter' will no longer be a weapon used to suppress and silence civil rights but as a matter of fact. #BLM

Highest rank- #1st in poetry❤ (back when these tags actually meant something) * In the hope that you'll find solace in my words. You're not alone. * Book cover by @WriterBells

We are victims of our world, set inside the hourglass.

"I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still." - Sylvia Plath ( All Rights Reserved) NO COPYRIGHT in any way shape or form. Must have written consent from me. Only quote if you give credit ❤️ Some featured photos aren't mine⚠️

I have been surviving the past few years, counting on my hands, the days taking me, to the impending end. I will not. I will not sacrifice my hands anymore for something so sacrilegious. I color my hands with Vermillion, rub the pages of my notebook and see the difference it can make. It's not magical. It's not life changing. But, it's Vermillion and it's me. ©VioletEden2017 HR- #8

Have you ever had a deep, stirring feeling arise in the quiet of night? A feeling of longing and reflection, a feeling that settles into you, unconcious of it you may be. No, this is not a spiritual lesson, it's more an expression of that subtle aching. Some paint it across canvas, some combine chords to recreate it. Some, like me, spin with words the feeling. Here is an assortment of poems, most written in the unwinding of night. Some are introspective, some look for hope and more, something out there.

Feelings to thoughts. Impulses to hand. Lead to ink. Lined paper to brightened (or dimmed) screen. Pieces of me to you. 07/25/17 - #984 in Poetry :) *Not all images are mine. Credit is due unto their creators.*

letters and poems and tragedies in the making (for #dearamna)