Tides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved

Here is what I have always wanted to say but I never got the voice to. Ranking #27 in poetry #6 in poems ©copyright 2017 abwova kevin

Love is the most beautiful and hateful thing in life. To win my love , I can loose everything. Both love and hate are made of four words , but between them a word made of four word lies which is PAIN. ❤ LOVE - HATE =PAIN ❤ Updated on -Friday, Sunday, Wednesday 〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰〰 #23#31#18#30#20 #29 Started on 14/02/2018 〰〰〰〰〰〰〰

Caia Steele is an average teenager with a dysfunctional family, or a lack thereof. Her mother had run away, her sister had successfully ascended to heaven and her father... well her father, she wasn't quite sure what he did. Naturally, she was left alone on most days to fend off the world. One night, two juvenile delinquents, one alive and one not quite, sneak into her room and steal away life as she knows it. They are her portal to a whole new world (still on Earth) where she stumbles upon dark secrets and horrifying discoveries... and the love of her life. But in a world of thorny roses, she was bound to get hurt.

Highest Ranking:#1 in deeppoetry(5/10/2018) #5 in poetry(4/23/2018) Something my heart has always wanted to answer, Something that everyone connects to, Something in which everyones story lies, Something to connect with emotions too hard. The sweet whisper of melodies, The whisper of someones mind, The whisper of my heart. The collection of poems to, Whisper melodies direct to your soul. Started- (3/23/2018)

Poems that motivates you and brings positivity.

Poems that are deep and dark... Cover made by @sugar_quill

love. let's talk about love. all kinds of love.

This is where my soul hides. It is a book full of words that combines into an art. My only runaway mess of reality. It is a pack of love, heartbreak, and the dark side of me put into one. So, here I scream my thoughts, will you feel my scars?

Just a little glimpse of how I live my life. Written in a form of poetry. I started to wonder and I still was when I wrote those first few lines. As I continue to write, an idea; a theory slowly crept into my mind. What if this is the real me? All this. Everything that I wrote and will write. I am most comfortable when I write. All the feelings come at once, it's a balance. The ideas rush to me as if I'm in a museum full of art. Writing always feels right for me. When I want to get everything out of my chest, I write, but not that I want to keep it like a diary. When I fluidly form sentences, I feel like I'm in this vacuumed void, free from all worries; all negativity that will eventually destroy me. Yes, I'm writing a lot about sad and depressing things, but funny enough, I do not feel like that as soon as I start to write. It seems like the worries that haunt me in my head transfer to my hand, to the pen, then to paper I was writing on. My anxiety transfigures into words and are inked on the paper. I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels that, as Lang Leav have quoted, "all sad people write."