Do our memories even exist? We make them but it doesn't last forever. Where do our memories go? Is there a certain place where they can live forever and never forgotten? Our mind and heart are connected to each other. We love to remember things, the best and even the worst memories, it is undeniable. We express our feelings, sometimes the feeling of someone's not interested in you, someone doesn't care for you and everyone is against you. But sometimes, it is the best of both worlds. So we write. We write it in a diary, but writing a poem have a different feeling on it. It is a place where memories live.

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

Featured on @WattpadAnthologies' reading list 'Poetry Collection'. HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in Poetry "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words" - Robert Frost. Everyone has thoughts but only some know how to pen it. And I'm one of them. Just some random poems from random thoughts that took place in my mind.

To those who get lost and don't wanna be found. A collection of short stories and poems... *Short stories aren't as prevalent (Copyrights to readingwithunicorns) *I give copyrights to those who I use quotes from* *Completed

"Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind." Rudyard Kipling disclaimer: all credit go to the creators of these writings. i took most of these off tumblr, google and pinterest and some i wrote myself.

A glass heart can be both fragile and strong ✨

My own little way of trying to help teens or adults who struggle with the disease of suicide. Offering a little encouragement might make life a little better. Read whether you're suicidal, knows someone who is considering suicide or just a curious reader. You might surprised.