The paradigm-shift of the modern "perfectionism-struck" world having drastically flawed perspectives and analytical domains have always been one of those consortiums that continue to remain both stranded and strangled. Claims and mottos, loud and clear landmark nothing other than empty echos that ultimately aim at seeking attention and limitedly deconstructing ground realities. My efforts on the contrary, lay emphasis upon the actual philosophical traits and stand as the dire need of the current temporal domain with personal intellect illustration on the secondary level. Precisely: "vacant words from a psychopath who has been oppressed by reality's wrath" Regarding the making: It's generally music that extracts sporadic thoughts from my havoc mind that I often jot down and like to call poetry. Best ranking #3 in pessimistic #7 in fake people #1 in life and death Awards: 3rd place in the eye catching awards 👁️ Hidden 💎 in the purple ice awards ❄ 1st place in the creative awards ✨ Honorable mention in the pink rose awards 🌹 2nd place in the pandora awards 🥇 1st place in the caramel awards 🍫 1st place in the Future awards 2020🥀 Copyrights reserved© 2020. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system photocopied or republished in any form or means except for referential purpose or fair use with prior consent of the author.

she sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed poetry which reflects upon self healing and growth|

So I've got some issues.

"My sad story begins the day it all ends. Our tragedy starts before we were friends." Told in poetry form, we follow the story of an anynomys girl to find out what caused her death. **** "What I like about this is that we know how it ends. We're not here for a happy ending. We're here to see the beauty in tragedy." - @suzilikespizzas

I had a terrible childhood ... I didn't pass it yet. But i believe that God is always with me and i hope that someone will let me out of the black lights. In this book there are poems related to my childhood. "when fear touch your childhood, it will follow you till the end of your life... Every night you should look at the stars and remember that God will be with you when you're afraid."

PREVIOUSLY CALLED: ☣ His Jaded Love ☣ •×°HIGHEST RANKING:°×• [ #5 IN POETRY 2/5/19] [ #17 IN FEELINGS 2/19/19] [ #8 IN POETRYCOLLECTIONS 3/2/19] [ #1 IN POETRYCOLLECTIONS 3/13/19] [#1 IN POEM 3/18/19] [#1 IN WISH 3/28/19] If Hell had a face I wouldn't look away I'd caress their flushed cheeks and Trace my finger over their poisonous lips Brush their hair out of their sultry face Stare into the abyss of their eyes I would fall in love Because the Devil was once an angel and he was God's favourite Second Edition is out!

War breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said here. STARTED: The second of January, 2018 COMPLETED: The sixteenth of November, 2018 HIGHEST: #2 in Poetry Cover by Youtumblrgeek

A Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"