BOYS LIKE ME
WE ARE ALIVE AND ALIKE AND SEETHING © 2017 by lee
||Trigger Warning|| I write for no one and for everyone. I write the poetry that stung my tongue and poisoned my air. I write the poetry that tasted of sweet nectar and smelled of roses. I write for the past, for the future, and for the present I can never grasp. ||A completed collection of poetry based on the ends...
"sex tasted like blood and resin and suture scrub to me." -james ellroy, the black dahlia. a collection of poems on love, compulsion, and the demons in our bedrooms. content warning: sexual assault {#868-- July 20th, 2017}
"Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."
to the boy who wanted nonfiction but who I gave poetry to. these are poems I never gave to you. All rights reserved © 2017 immortalitatis- cover by my lovely friend @hurtcopain
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.
A collection of nocturnal thoughts. Powered by overthinking. Sparked by heart-break. ( thank you for reading ! 🌷)
***Viewers discretion is advised*** The humming is the deep vibrating sound you hear when you are close to death. The pulling feeling you get when your soul is leaving your body. When your mind surpasses a level of fear so immense that you give up and become content with letting go. The feeling of your senses are...
When one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their hearts no longer beat like they used to. They become tainted. Shout ou...
"Almost Out Loud" is a collection of the words I never had either the chance or the courage to say out loud. I settled for writing, the next best thing to actual confrontation. I hope these short poems and scribbles are relatable to you in some way. And if they are please let me know. Hope you enjoy!
I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write...
"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then I'll lock you in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .
Detailed Poetry that will ripple through your body and impale you with emotions; emotions you were suffocating with the light God has given you.
Words have power. I learnt that from an early age. I love that you can bring people to other worlds and take them for a tour, create a whole universe in peoples minds, or give a special kind of hope and friendship to them. I love to welcome people to the worlds I love to create. Welcome to my heart.
Under the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, she found her escape.
Some poems for when I'm all caught up in my feelings :) •ALL POEMS ARE WRITTEN BY ME• (Not all poems are situations I've gone through, most are but not all. Just a few aren't things I've been through.) Poetry style inspired by Milk and Honey by Rupi Kaur hit #22 on the top 100 board for poetry on 5/18/17 © Gabby Cor...
A book about self-discovery and exploration of what it means to be human. See what readers think of "Meaning to Mind": "That was so good! It's also so relatable! We all question ourselves at some point in our life, this just felt so raw and real. I loved it." -MeltedSmoores "What a lovely start to your collection of p...
A collection of free form poetry, written as an outlet for panic disorder and PTSD.
I am not going to reveal what "Stutter" means and why it is the title of this book. I urge you to make your own meaning out of it as you read the poems in this book. Enjoy! - The sequel to Wild Child. - Crimsyy
There are cigarette lighters everywhere you turn. Welcome to my new book, Burn! I hope you enjoy it (: - Crimsyy
Highest Achievement - #7 in poetry [Oct 3, 2016] ~Nostalgia~ It's delicate, but potent. The pain from an old wound. A twinge in your heart.. Far more powerful than memory alone A feeling of a place Where we... Ache To Go Again. -My thoughts. My words. You'll be charged before God if you copy so think before you do it...
If only we could go back in time/ Rewind to the very start/ When we were playing pirates/ Not sinking oceans apart/ -- Cover by @lunaishi
we want to burn and die to fill the page as delicate words and memories and what we want what we need in life is more poetry and less pain but it's only a glimpse into a forbidden world a beautiful scene sharp to the touch so take your look if you can bear it so take my hand if you will hold it and taste the words ...
"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth." [featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]
i could never do you the disservice of calling you beautiful you, my dear, are ethereal -- a collection of short poems, from a relatively tall girl