poems, & writings from places in my mind; cover by @ bubiska <3 shes quite talented & amazing check her out

❝I have never been myself as much as I have with you and all these words.❞ A beginner's attempt at poetry, exploring a few different forms and voices while trying to convey loss and beauty. Organized alphabetically, so feel free to read in whatever order you like. Sept. 2013-June 2014 "eye of twilight" from Jan. 2016

" rule number one, never trust a slut. " or where fucking a twink with an abnormal kink can put you through hell with multiple twists and turns. ♥ completed.

Ain't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile meanings, Come on in! #5 Rank 17th & 25th Aug 2015- Best Coexistence of Pain,love and life in words and verses!! The subtle aches of living, We walk over and again through time. The assuring ache of happiness, Cornering in one's eyes. The callous ache of betrayal, Scratching through layers of insecurity. The grim hurt and hatred, With the chaos of love's insanity. The sorrow of being a strange soul With tears of loneliness. 9# rank 5th August 2015 8# rank 7th & 13th August 2015 6# 19th and 20th Aug BEST- #5 RANK 17th & 25th AUGUST 2015

ephemeral (noun): lasting a very short time; short lived; temporary. [highest ranking omfg: #104 in poetry]

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Cover credit: @feministee ****Collection of original poems by me where the topics range from love to life to madness and everything in between**** Only tormented souls can put into words the thoughts that others dare not even think. Poetry is such an act of bravery where soul, language and emotions mate to give birth to one of the most beautiful forms of literature. And this is my share of it.

A collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**

my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]

Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.