"i have a feeling this might be a big mistake, or maybe, if we're lucky- something star-crossed." a small collection of poems written by a silly girl.

story #1 out of the flowery compass series. -  he liked to point out her flaws, she hated how he thought he was flawless. -  cover made by @crookednights

❝for I am nothing but a statue watching you come and go.❞ she refuses to let go of him, he refuses to know of her existence

Human nature is all about trying to fit into the normality of society despite its own simplicity and complications First place winner in THE SINNE AWARDS

Sometimes you write because your soul screams, your muscles ache, your mind sets fire to your heart - and you must write. It is serenity. It is peace. It is ignition. This was one of those times. Because there is something so therapeutic about writing - flourishing. When it is dark at night and you have nothing but yourself, it is company. It is magical. For, these are my words, my desires, my castle. These are my thoughts, my garden, my fortress. These are the times, for you, for me, and for healing. These are my words, And my wishes are that they too become yours. //

Paper Stains; a collection of poem and prose. July 21 - #460** July 07 - #548 July 05 - #635

Sequel to Letters to Life: Letters written to a lost life A collection of prose and poetry Highest ranking #7 in poetry

Dear Life, Long time, no see... Letters written to a lost life Highest ranking #1 in poetry on 28-5-'18 Sequel - Letters to Life: Letters written to a loved life First place winner in The Butterfly Fly Away awards First place winner in The Golden Star Awards Second place winner in Book Review Center's Summer awards

❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangible composition.

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.