the silhouettes your eyelashes construct upon slavic cheekbones #42 in poetry 20/07/18 #40 in poems 16/08/18 #34 in poetic 20/12/18 © charlieisaneatfacade 2018

why do they call her milk? "...i like things simple. i'm not sweet, but i'm not savoury. you leave me alone long enough, and i'll become sour. some people love me, some people don't. take it or leave it." why do they call her honey? "i sweeten the deal. i ooze gold. a treasure from the Gods. the colour of sun rays on a hot day . words from my mouth leave that decadent taste on your tongue. loved by many, hated by few." they are opposites that cannot help but be good with the other. one by themselves is almost improbable. of course it's possible, they're okay on their own, they have to be. but together? together, they make each other better. that's what it's all about. (lowercase is intentional, a stylistic choice.) RANKED #2 IN SAVOURY as of 03/08/19 RANKED #16 IN TALKTHEPOC as of 01/01/19 RANKED #22 IN MILK as of 05/10/20 RANKED #69 IN MILK as of 12/11/21

love, grief & ruin. // formerly known as whisper of the heart [2020 ©︎ hyuseul]

you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

A collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge

"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.]

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

***GirlXGirl Romance*** Living in New York you learn to keep up with the quick pace of the city, myself included. I was never the one to stop and smell the roses, but that was until I met her on that dull September afternoon. Her eyes were light and dark at the same time, as if a devil and an angel lived inside of her. Time itself had stopped, and since that day everything had changed, ever since I had crossed paths with Drew Wilder.

Noah Riley didn't mean to drown, or did he? But waking up in another boy's hoodie entices him not only to live a little longer but also to solve the mystery. *** Nineteen-year-old Noah Riley wakes up disoriented, soaked to the bone, and alone on the shores of Rockaway Beach, Brooklyn, NY. After a night of wallowing in self-loathing, a Jägermeister, and drunken, dumb choices, he has no clue who pulled him out of the water except for a Polaroid and this unfamiliar black hoodie he is now wearing. Searching for answers as his life unravels and past secrets ravage his sanity, he finds a love that challenges his self-identity and drives him to find meaning in his life. Now, at the turn of the tide, he'd better learn how to make friends with his worst fear: living. Think of second chances, new beginnings, and gay romance. Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content and themes of mental health, suicide, and drug abuse. ✨|Featured| @StoriesUndiscovered, @Romance, @WattpadMulticultural-LGBTQ+, @LY, @WattpadSpiritual, @AbleWorld, @adventure, @talkthepoc, and @NA Editors' Pick feature 2020 - 2021