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Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]
lo·cu·tion ləˈkyo͞oSH(ə)n/ (n.) " a particular form of expression;" 《 a collection of poems and prose. 》 highest rank - #7 in Poetry ♡ #3 in Prose ♡
This book is just going to be about some poems, or feelings towards crushes. Some are good and happy but some are bad and sad. Just things that you can relate to about your crushes. -Vanessawright73
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
Filled with sad sayings and quotes. Warning: you'll probably feel sad. Read at your own risk **None of these quotes/sayings are written by me unless stated otherwise** ☻ I'm always here if u need someone to talk to, just message me :) [Highest Rank in Poetry: #1 as of 12/9/2016] ♚♚♚
"She fell in love with the stars when she saw them in his eyes." • Adria Hopkins was not as she appeared. The quiet, mysterious Gryffindor to all was merely the shy, awkward girl she had let herself believe. With no friends, and only her notebook to keep her company, filled with written poems which she clung to, her...
I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved
If you want a comeback for someone who is taking the micky out of you, you will find it in here. Everything in here is not entirely mine. Enjoy xoxo
"Explosions are my specialty, I can and will be your doom, Now get down on your knees, baby, I'll make your world go boom." • • • Unconventional poems of a conformed man. I voice all my inner chaotic turmoils in rhyming words so they sound less pathetic. And also, I spice it up with dirty poetry, in good ol' me style...
the space station hums with the early morning traffic, the wafting of coffee and fresh croissants filling the air. for the first time, you are not behind your desk, hitting your shins on the weirdly placed piece of metal, but strapping yourself inside of a space suit and getting ready to begin preparations to take off...
A collection of short stories, poems and bits and scraps of stories long forgotten, or stories yet to be told.