❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

A collection of poems, proses, and a hint of shattered feelings. All in one, for my escape. Highest ranking: #10 in Poetry #9 in Thoughts #4 in Poet #9 in Emotions

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

"Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind." Rudyard Kipling disclaimer: all credit go to the creators of these writings. i took most of these off tumblr, google and pinterest and some i wrote myself.

Relying on possibility, slumber, and the unknown sweet demise of death. This book is a collection of poems that are unrelated but as a whole struggle to portray the meaning of the title. Through my distorted vision, a lot of things might seem disjointed and lines might slowly start to slip into one another. Language had abandoned me and my name doesn't seem to fit in the roaring volume of speech. Each line is written with the broken crown I left with. I cannot write an end to this story that might be as fruitful as the beginning, nostalgia makes me close my eyes. Closed eyes cause sleep. And when I fall asleep.... Titled Inspired By 'Hear Me' from Imagine Dragons "Maybe if I fall asleep I won't breathe right Maybe if I leave tonight, I won't come back." Written for the Thinky Ink-Scribbers Club...