tide,
crashing against the shore.
with you: words are not routines anymore / with you: is where home is / home is where the heart is / a pair of eyes and a turbulent pulse
without the thought of hope, a troubled teen attempts to justify her death in heartfelt letters but does not get far, soon discovering that the divine revelations of living are so much better than the tragic outcomes that relate to suicide. - all the photography does not belong me but to their rightfully talented own...
"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.]
Hi Guys, my second poetry book is here. Hope you enjoy it. Feel free to comment, vote, critisize and not like. Just please keep all comments clean. Oh and you might want a tissue near by. Because 2 of my classmates have proven that I often write really deep and depressing poems But I still hope you like this book...