I look at you with empty eyes from across the crowdy room. I never spoke when I was with you, and for a long time I hid from that quiet disguise. Little did you know I cried under the rain, and I sang with our song. When I'm alone I think of you, I think of the thoughts I wanted to tell you, the words that twisted my...
❝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 ]
These are poems that's I wrote, and I did it for me. I don't expect people to really read any of these, I just needed to say the things in my head.
"The language of friendship is not words but meanings." -Henry David Thoreau- "The only way to have a friend is to be one." -Ralph Waldo Emerson-
Belle Seleva and her father just moved to New York City so her father could start working at a international technology company, Beast Inc. Belle, more interested in her studies, visits her father purely to use the company's massive library on one of the top floors. It's in the library she first meets Elias Adams, the...
A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK 1 OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing... and also slightly annoying. "Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?" she asked and returned to her seat once again. "I don't think so, her father and uncle deserve to...
Evil spirits. A cursed prince. Death itself in disarray. Iris just wants to go home, but fate has other plans for this young priestess and her odd companions. /// The land of Erinlin is dying, its ancient traditions choked out by the Kaerent church and its true priestesses, the Candlemaidens, increasingly rega...
Sage is what her mother calls a dreamer: she believes in magic, true love, and happy endings. Unfortunately for Sage, her mother is determined to crush her dreams. Sage's father died suddenly six months prior to her 18th birthday. Her family struggling financially, her Mother surprises Sage with a ball to celebrate...
Thank you for letting me fly~ ♡ Poems I made because I'm inspired to It's like my output for what I feel for who If you are reading this, I just wanted to say "Yes, Thank You".
