Ranked #1 in 'wow' out of 1000+ books Ranked #3 in 'deep' out of 1.8k books Ranked #13 in 'thoughts' out of 1000+ books Let this sink in: I gave you $10, He gave you $20, You felt that he was better just because he gave you more, But he had $200, And all I had was $10. ~ Deep Quotes Highest Ranking - 20/12/16 - #19 in Poetry.

"My sad story begins the day it all ends. Our tragedy starts before we were friends." Told in poetry form, we follow the story of an anynomys girl to find out what caused her death. **** "What I like about this is that we know how it ends. We're not here for a happy ending. We're here to see the beauty in tragedy." - @suzilikespizzas

You know when you were younger and they told you that you could be whoever you wished to be? You could grow up and become whatever you set your mind and heart upon? Yep, well I'm here to tell you that's a complete load of bull. So as I stared across at my fiancé, our hands conjoined as he read his vows- it dawned on me. Getting married at age 23 to a self centered lawyer who viewed me as more of his little prodigé than his actually wife was not what I wanted. Becoming a defense attorney at a record age to a company own by said husband that I'll never be taken seriously in was definitely not what I wanted. And making my parents happy by completely shutting down any hopes and dreams I've ever had. was absolutely not what I wanted. "Nope." I shook my head, glancing between the priest and Jake, my soon-to-be, as I yanked my hands out of his. "W-what?" He stuttered, looking back at me mortified along with everyone else in the chapel. "Fuck this." I shook my head, as I lifted my dress and quickly made my way back down the isle that was littered with people I'd never seen before. So, few hours later and I'm on the first flight to Maine. Why? Well, shit happens. *this book is unedited

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A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2

random poems about random things from a random girl. x (currently editing)

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry