.we've shared silences deeper than conversations. an attempt at organizing the letters floating around in my head

BECAUSE WE ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF OUR PARTS. [74 POETRY]

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

"The tale of the End" . Winter Sonata is a collection of poems that depict the story of the End. Its story about loss, regrets, and life. It shares the process of going through the end of something important in life and how life still goes on even when you thought you couldn't last a day. . "Sometimes a story ends before it's over with unanswered questions, unresolved plots, lingering suspense, blanketing the world like snow. Or like smoke from a suspicious fire." - Lemony Snicket, A Series of Unfortunate Events Published on 15th July 2019 Last chapter published on 28th Aug 2019

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16

❝ just like relativity, we are only a theory ❞ • amateur writings of golden poetry • [cover by @antigravitea]

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

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

Gossip. Everyone gossips since they have nothing better to do. Their lives are boring, so they go talk about someone else's lives. So they talk, everybody talks. But what happens when you're the one their talking about. Better yet, about someone having a crush on you. You're flattered, who wouldn't? You get used to it, the rumors and gossips and teases. But then the gossip really begins. What then?

she was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended | a collection of my poetry i've been writing from middle school to high school. excuse the superficial, repetitive, or cliche writing :,) i was like 12 when i started this. one of my most cherished pieces. treat it kindly please. -vee.