The stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien

"I found solace in open love, And for that I know I am enough". Written across Europe, this poetry collection is all about self-love, self-acceptance, change, fear and creativity. 💕🌱 Now available on paperback. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08CVT1GB8 | The Poetry Contest Top 20 Winner |

[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever we're happy we just wanted to cherish the moment with our eyes. We wanted to feel the joy and simply just enjoy it. We wanted it to be written in our memories because no one can steal it from there. But when we're sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and can't get over the pile of emotions by saying it to other people, that somehow even judge us, we have a pen and paper waiting for us to tell them. It's not as if you can keep those emotions to your memories. One day you'll just explode and it will really be a burden to carry it everyday. And if that happens, we still aren't ready to share it to other people, that's why we use them -pen and paper- 'coz they never judge. The things that even though you write so much, won't make you shut up and tell you you're being pathetic. It will listen to you without any complication. And surely it will never break the promise of telling it to everyone to have to be able to gossip about you. 'Coz when we're sad, we can't have the courage to even talk. When we're frustrated, we can't think clearly about the right things to say not to offend others. When we're broken, we just want to shut it all for once. When we're mad, we need to calm the storm so that we'll never shout to anyone. But with our pen and paper, there's no limitation. You can write all the things that you feel. No restriction. And isn't it a little bit of feeling okay.. when you somehow get out your chest those feelings? Impressive Ranks: #10 in Poetry #2 in Thoughts 🌻

A collection of short poems and prose

A poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords

"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016

read when you need a little picker-upper.

The story of pain The story of struggle Of something so scary You keep yourself hidden in a bubble

Love letters to him, is just my attempt at vocalising all the thoughts that I wish I could say to him. It's me trying to be poetic and romantic and failing mostly. To everyone who has fallen in love, and detested it; This is my piece to you.

I am Death With No Coffin Filled with nothing but sorrow and darkness Pain and uncertainties I am death with no coffin I'm suppose to be 6 feet under But instead I'm wrapped around you 6 times giving you comfort I am death The one you wish to forget The one you wish to move on from But yet I still remain I am Death With no coffin And who are you? A book filled with my thoughts and emotions all in poems. Previously titled The Edge Of The World 🌎 Feel free to check out my new book Dream With Me.