Roller coaster of emotion💫 Collection of poems (maybe?)🤍 🇳🇵

seventeen syllables, telling stories. highest poems ranking: #21 highest poetry ranking: #16 highest haiku tag ranking: #1

I have a snow crying tar I have a friend made of tar We were different burst of star Yet we laugh in the dark so far... Edit 2020: Black lives matter. Last 2015, I wrote this poem for my friends who had been exposed to nonstop bullying and unfair treatment. They had been notoriously put and subjected to hate and prejudice. It's so sad to see that people are judged based on their skin colour and physical appearance. I breaks my heart to witness that in times of a pandemic, people choose to kill and point fingers on each other. Racism is everywhere. And that sickness has no vaccine. It's a virus that's long been existed because of "superiority" mentality and belief in social system. It's sad. It's disgusting. It's obnoxious. It's revolting.

[this novel is completed] [now available on Amazon and Ukiyosk] REMINDER: THIS VERSION IS OUTDATED AND HASNT BEEN UPDATED SINCE PUBLISHED [Some parts are taken down] Tyler McAdam Harisson had lived his whole life believing that he's such a sore loser and an untrustworthy person. Countless times that he had witnessed himself fail and prove nothing. Little did he know that he was about to face his fate. After he learnt that he has something to do and prove, he still hesitated and doubted. But now he must come to terms with his father who abandoned him, face terrible monsters, brawl with horrendous witches and wizards, and come face to face with the Olympians. Will Tyler choose to take matters in his own hands and fight for the people who believe in him? Or will his own fear of uncovering the dark truth and secrets about the two greatest wizards get the best of him? Tyler's journey in the world of Greek gods, witchcraft and wizardry... Begins.

Charlie's dad was an astronaut. On the day he received his gift on his 7th birthday, his dad left them on the same day. Charlie knew that his dad would be away for years. When will he come back? He asked himself. Will he ever come back? Will he ever remember his birthday? Or not?

Never cease to imagine.