at 1 past 1 in the am when the world is falling apart what would you think about?

❝A rose with thorns.❞ • • • ❝She slowly disappeared, Until she was left With the color of clear, No longer the boldest No longer red, Just another dead rose On the garden bed.❞ • • • 11/6/15 - 4/20/17 Highest ranking- #7 in poetry Rose. Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved.

❝This is the love I fail to say. One that caused him to go away, for our love was never made to stay.❞ - all of the poems are mine :) #1 in Poetry 26/05/17 ! Thank you for reading♡ New book 'Everything You Never Knew' is out!

when life gets me down, i write // highest ranking: #1 in poetry #2 in hot poetry

My thoughts in poems. I'm not suicidal or even truly unhappy. I'm just confused and lost and I hope someone out there understands. These are the everyday thoughts I have that float around in my mind. This is my life, in poems. I like my poems and I hope you do too. Comment, vote, enjoy! New cover made by AyaPotter. Cute, hmm? Update: I was 14 as I began this book. I am now 17. My views have changed since beginning this collection and it would be much appreciated if you, reader, would keep that in mind while reading. I don't like editing after I've written and most of this has remained untouched since publication. We all change though. These are feeling in moments of passion, not utter truth, and no, not brilliance despite what I've been told. I know otherwise. Do not fall fate to the trap of these words and think everything through before accepting any of someone else's opinion even if it sounds good and true the first time reading or hearing it. I am not perfect by far and I've made mistakes. ALWAYS keep this in mind. 2020 edit: I'm going on 22 now, and honestly I wish I had the spunk of when I was 17. Hot damn. Also I'm transgender and at the time of writing this, I hadn't come out or even found out that was possible so there's a lot of misgendering of myself that I'm editing. I don't edit usually but I'm sick of people calling me she in the comments. They or he please. 2022: they/them only now please. He/him pronouns are pissing me off lately.

I lie to you. I smile to you every day. My eyes beg you to not believe it. ... Please, somebody don't believe it. But yet, they... you... always do.

'Is it not a pity, how the saddest people smile the brightest? How we are so easily fooled by the cure of their lips? Are we that foolish and unobservant as to not notice?' Just a collection of short poems, Written with no aim. Embrace it with all your heart, Or leave it shunned and scarred. 'She is a mess of gorgeous chaos, And you can see it in her eyes.'