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