adj. dealing with feelings, usually tender, sad, or nostalgic I'm fine, I'm just a bit sentimental. [10-13-17: #178 for Poetry] [From 12-12-16 to 03-01-19] Winner of Rhyme Scholars 2017

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

Samuel Brandt woke up with his thoughts written all over his body. His brother woke up with his head missing. His sister woke up to find that her skin would crack open unless she stayed in water. All of the other children in the secluded Iowa town of Oak Knoll woke up having undergone strange transformations. Now, they are all forced to live at 407 West Marshall Street, the mysterious house outside of town. With the new name of The Boy with Words for Skin, Samuel wants nothing more than to hide from his new life. He painfully and unpredictably sheds his skin, there is a Voice in the entryway closet that is often cruel, and-perhaps worst of all for a naturally shy boy-the other children look to him as a leader. As his seven-year-old brother struggles with their new life, as terrifying growls start to come from the pitch black basement, and as his feelings for a girl begin to grow, The Boy with Words for Skin realizes that he wants to change. He wants to put others first, learn from his peers, and let himself hope that things will get better. The Boy with Words for Skin is the first book in the 407 West Marshall Street series. Each book will advance the story but be told from a different character. Book 2 will be The Girl without Eyes.

Poems by yours truly

Trigger warning: suicide/self harm

Little short skits I write when I am sad, happy, or somewhere in between.

❝ we're like stardust scattered around in a mess of burning ash and perfectly unclear symphony. ❞ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ᴇʀᴀ ☆ highest rank in poetry #18 ☆ poetry for the broken has been completed on the 3rd of may 2018 ✔ ☆ cover is done by me. » © kim marie 2018 «

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 ♡

See the beauty of broken souls and wretched hearts. See the power of the past and the future. See how blind love can be.

That's the thing with being the quiet girl, only papers know what I say. Part I of The Zeros. | was featured | #3 in poetry |