I see you've somehow stumbled upon, My amateur book of magic. Turn the page, if you wish, That would make me simply ecstatic :) Nothing but a girl who has a small talent with pen and paper. Decided to follow in the footsteps of my good friends @Crimsyy, @wordsnvisions and @Bondy11, and attempt to contain all the magic flowing in my soul into a book of poetry. Those three are amazing, but this is my work. My pale, flickering candle stub in a tiny puddle compared to their poetry, which is as radiant as the sun and as deep as the ocean. But still... Don't let that deter you! Read on, fellow wattpadian! Join me on this magical journey through the soul behind one girl's words... (Fair warning, this was written by my 12-14 year old self, who was very sweet but also incredibly cringey. She's still a part of me though, and I'm leaving this book up as a time capsule dedicated to her. So if I haven't already scared you away, prepare yourself for some pre-teen angst, authors notes galore and more than a few bad puns. I've also published a second poetry book, with some more recent work. Check that out if you want more, lovelies <3)

A third collection, following "These Seemed Better In My Head" an "An Annexation of My Thoughts."

A book of poems that are from my heart and carefully constructed onto a page.

This book is strictly about words and how they are translated through the mind of a troubled teen trying to Make it.

Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]

Because we live in a broken, fallen world, the feeling of wanderer is easy to come by. And the broken world does not necessarily become easier for the one who becomes God's child. You have probably had at least one season (if not multiple seasons) where you felt as a "wanderer". You live and walk through life moment by moment, day by day, year by year and yet find that you're not sure where you're headed and feel like you carry your cross and struggle with life, alone. Yet all of this must find its end at the feet of the redeeming hope of God's truth. For the Christian, this feeling is deeper because he knows that, despite the unknown and uncertain life and future that stretches before him, he is not really walking through life aimless, helpless and directionless but rather being led and guided by the unseen God; the Father in Heaven. I have written this book to share with any and all those who feel like they're alone in their life and their walk after God. In my imperfect poetry and heart, I have sought to reflect and display this truth of God: That we have tangible hope (assurance) to have and hold in this life and keep us in our walk before Him. If you have seen the path before you as uncertain... If you have found yourself a lonely and struggling traveler through life... Or have felt yourself like a leaf being carried by an unseen wind... Then my book is for you. So grasp the Father's tender hand and let Him lead you through the shadows and light of your life...through His valley of vision. === Cover Art by Maria Oosthuzien (South Africa) [Facebook, Instagram, Google Images]

"take me to the rooftops, i want to see the world when i stop breathing." HIGHEST RANKINGS: -#1 in #hypersomnia -#1 in #poembook -#4 in #insomnia -#5 in #poems -#18 in #poetry -#2 in #poemcollection GOAL: -#1 in #poetry

POETRY FOR; For the ones bound like the bees, The ones with a soul as everlasting and pure like honey, And the ones with a spirit as determined as a bear.

I realized the desperation for someone else more than myself. I begged and begged to be loved, and in the end. I realized I couldn't love me, there is no way I could, if I am begging to be loved by someone other than myself. Crying and screaming at the top of lungs, to be loved that saddens me. Do I even love myself or did I ever?