«#18 in poesia out of 1.1k stories» «29-01-2019» A collection of personal poems and short stories depicting my painful or sad memories, thoughts or midnight musings. Soul wrenching, heart breaking and maybe earth shattering.

And a little taste of mind games.... 'Oh what a manipulator' I'd congratulate.... "Cause no one can do it like me" I'd say. ❄❄❄❄❄❄❄❄ Well..... My poetry book..... If you dare please go ahead.... Oh but please watch your head.... 🌹

Let this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and let every word take you into the deep.

First poetry collection Trigger warning

[first book in the 'sad' series] highest ranking: #8 on short story (omg what. thank u so much. this means a lot. i love you xx) note: if you don't read girlxgirl stories and you don't like them, then don't read this. you don't need to hate (: all rights reserved. © calumisnotasian (2015)

Take my hand, come with me, I have something interesting for you to see. Poems here and poems there, Poems and books everywhere. Filled with dreams and filled with tears, Sometimes hopes and sometimes fears. So take my hand there's so much to see, Together we'll read just you and me. {All work is my own} {#1 in Poems // 2/13/20} {Please ask/tag/credit me in any poems you want to use, thanks!}

A brief view of what the introverted are going through. #1 IN POEM 12/12/18 #1 IN FREEVERSE 28/12/18 #1 IN POEMBOOK 29/12/18 #18 IN POETRY 01/03/19 #2 IN POETRY 06/01/20 #1 IN PERSPECTIVE 25/02/21

When I met him on a rainy afternoon the air smelt like gardenias. My black oxford pumps were soaked from accidentally stepping on a puddle, and the tiny yellow umbrella I held up barely saved me from the chilly rain. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, the sky was pink and blue. I was starving and almost craving to smell the stuffy scent of my closed up home's small living room. When I met him on a rainy afternoon, his son held my feet out of the blue and called me 'mum'. He rushed out of the restaurant only seconds later, his cheeks a pale flushed hue. When I met him one day on a rainy afternoon, he looked up into my eyes and apologized. And inside my head, I thought to myself... what a lovely way to meet a lovely man on such a lovely rainy afternoon. ••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-••••••-•••••• 1st Draft - 15/03/18 2nd Draft - 08/08/20 Published : 28/08/21 | Paperback & Kindle Cover : Sierra Po Trailer : boba

~~~ Tell me, when you look in her eyes, what do you see? Beauty? Pain? Or lies? ~~~ ALL POEMS ARE MINE IF YOU WANT TO USE THEM PLEASE ASK. ~~~

Someone will die, someone will make you lie