i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss a cloud? It was everything he could've dreamt of. ***** Short story about Matthew Benway and his undying love for Ramon Marelli. [#1 in Bringthediversity/ September 6th, 2019] [#1 in youngwritershortstory/ September 7th/ 2019] Release Date: April 18, 2019 (Will be rewriting or expanding this now that I'm older :) - 2026 Nathaniel)

this is our secret, so don't tell anyone, okay? Copyright2016©PointTrueNorth Highest rankings: #10 <<November 27th, 2016>> #38 <<November 3rd, 2016>>

Because sometimes you just need that sweet sweet love or that sweet sweet pain. Come sit down, get a cup of tea and listen to the rain. Poetry is not just words on a page, but a picture in your mind and a feeling in your heart. Cover made by the wonderful @Appy64

Musings of a girl, tied to a love which is hers only when eyelids shut and heartstrings are tugged. A mish-mash of unsent letters from the heart, wishes to galaxies from the mind, and melting confessions from sealed lips.

This is the 2nd instalment of When Daisies and Thunderstorms Collide. ~Dedicated to the ones I've loved before~ (Can be read as a standalone)

when you're scared to show your emotions, nothing will catch your devotion. And once you finally wake up and realize you need to tell what you see, you end up a xanthippe. Angry, but free.

⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️ "I Knew you for I knew you're heart was part gold You were the hero of the stories we once told...." In the brightest of flowers there are shadows, dark shadows that tinge its ambiance. In the darkest of hours there's a ray, and that ray may be enough to cast the darkness away. " Colors that made me " is a poetry collection that explores emotions in their brightest and darkest. It tells tales of darkness, hardship, love, light, insight, memory and discovery. It exposes our vulnerabilities and pushes the boundary of right and wrong. ⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️ __________________________ #Angel awards 2020 (3rd)

A collection of poems I wrote between the ages of 16 and 19, about an inescapable first love that burned like wildfire and cloud castles that crumbled into a kingdom of ruin. And from its ashes, the Knight of Hearts rode on. ©︎ 2016 Karran Kumar