Everyday I find a poem I like and share it with you.

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

My awkward rants about the cliche books on Wattpad. (The title kind of says it all, but I don't like seeing a blank Description box) I hope you enjoy my apparent ability to make people laugh. Warning: these are my spur-of-the-moment thoughts. Some stuff may or may not come across as being extremely critical or harsh, but I assure you, I'm NOT trying to tell you to do a complete 180 and delete everything cliche in your books. These are merely my thoughts, not a "How to Be a Perfect Writer" guide. Okee dokee? :) Highest rank: Humor #80, Rant #1 !!!!

Welcome to the part of me that refuses to stay still. A mind filled with restless thoughts and too many ideas. An amalgamation of the different and conflicting part of myself. The angsty side, the bitter side, the euphoric side and the random one. Finally, they all come together in a single collection of mismatched poetry. The musings of someone so jobless, that you can always relate. A catharsis of all pent up feelings and emotions. So sit back and (hopefully) enjoy the ride.

Silver Don boarding school appeared to Nia jones as a golden ticket from her already spiralling life. But when spine chilling activities starts happening around the school she no longer feels safe in her own dorm. NOTE: Credit goes to the original picture to its own owners Instagram: @calop_

"she tried to draw with silver... but it came out red." BloodRed by Alex hyde Copyright©2017. All rights reserved. ~ cover by @wanna-play ~

(DISCONTINUED) "It's like if Satan touched an angel...he's still going to be the dangerous fiery guy and I'll always be the angel, just a little more burnt each time. And one day, eventually there will be nothing left but ashes." "When's that day?" "It already passed." [Accomplishments- #1 in Teen Fiction]

[ARCHIVED MARCH 2017] The second book in the Freaks trilogy. Loners. They're at my school, your school, and they probably went to your parents school as well. In talking about those weird kids that NEVER talk. The teachers just stopped calling their name at this point. They wear all black, they mute the world with they're demonic screaming music about black veiled brides with pierced veils. They have tattoos. Multiple piercings. You have no idea how because they're all still attending high school. No one questions them. Not even the administrators. They look a lot like freaks but they're worst than freaks because at least freaks talk. These ones...they don't even group up with each other. They're what we call-loners.

* FEATURED ON @WattpadPoetry * A Haiku and Senryu collection. "All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allan Poe

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...