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Home, where my heart lies. Home, where does the heart lie? pour l'enfance. (2013 - 2014)
Home, where my heart lies. Home, where does the heart lie? pour l'enfance. (2013 - 2014)
poetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy
one man writes letters to a woman who doesn't even reads them, why? because he never sends them __ i need a covermaker, please
S O W E D: Words planted to grow into love. Highest Rank - #1 in POETRY The bravest thing I've ever done was not forgetting how to love myself when everyone else did
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
in which she writes poems to show others they're not alone. all rights reserved 2016 LeiLani N. [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns] {Highest ranking: #21//poetry}
One day, Morgana decides to pick up a pen and write a series of letters addressed to those she loves and hates. In these letters, she reveals her deepest fears and darkest secrets, in these letters she tells of the only boy she's ever loved and in these letters she realises that nothing is ever as it seems, and after...
In which I am you, you are me, and we are the moments that define us.
[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...
"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016
ranked #1 in poetry - july 3rd 2018 somewhat mix of poetry about self love, depression, real beauty, happiness, true love, past mistakes and much more. no it does not rhyme and you might cry. enjoy ♡
it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.
These are thoughts born under the moon's glow; when sheep has run out, and sleep's a child playing hide and seek with the mind. Some moonlit verses from a pillow-hugging girl.
We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.
It was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]
**A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY** "I'll paint you the sky, the trees, and all the things in between." In which a girl gives a blind boy colors. (C) titanically- (Micah Good) h i g h e s t: #73 in Short Story Wattpad Featured in Short Story 10/12/17
"I have never tasted the brightness of yellow, the calmness of blue, the cheer of green or the love of red. I felt something; still do I, but never related to colours. I only know the pureness of white and the mystery of black. Oh, and grey. For most of you, it's just a colour but it defines every little thing to me."
If I could travel to any land, it would be the place between the mountains and the sea, where everything feels like a hell for the sole reason that I'd only ever experience it for the first time once. But that feeling would be worth it. I know it. © Copyrighted, All Rights Reserved. Jake Sullivan, 2015.