* A Wattpad Featured Story* Thought bubbles escape like champagne-scented daydreams if not caught firmly but gently between loving fingers. A simple challenge for an aspiring poet and avid wisher upon stars: make the ephemeral something of tangible substance. Some keep diaries and hide them from the world. Others recount the journey in poetic form, broken and tormented for all to see and to judge. Each day, a new poem is added. Are they mere trinkets, or an assault upon the last bastions of fear? Cover art lovingly created by the talented @lazybrew! Many thanks!

lanch onto wrench of agony found in those eyes | letters from Juliet

My heart spoke. I listened. I wrote.

"i was thinkin' about yesterday, when you asked me why i stayed, with this, and i didn't answer you. i didn't answer you, because i don't know why i stay. nova?" "yea?" "would you like to run away with me?" {cover: @guyswithguitars } highest ranking: #21 in Poetry || completed || "shoot for the moon. even if you miss, you'll land among the stars"

Every day is the same feeling. And stays, 365 days.

{stars} "she was carried to land from the stars up above where heavenly angels learn about love and although she was grateful her wings began growing a dark faded color that was in its last brewing she had turned on the good and made peace with the devils the madness that she held had reached ultimate levels so in her final breath she went out with a bang a growing reminder of a celestial brain" - call me dxath:)

6 am is a collection of poems about the worst kind of pain a heartbreak serves. This is the poem to all the lovers that went wrong and too confused to describe how they feel out there.

read when you need a little picker-upper.

the title says it all

Quotes from unknown people.