To all those who have been killed a thousand times by cruel words,have drowned a million times in treacherous tears and have re thought being alive - there's someone out there just like you, sinking in the same pain. And maybe someday,the world will see the brokeness behind our smiles and the hidden haunted tunes of misery behind our hearty laughters.Maybe... °°°°°°°°°°°°°°° 😁😁 All rights reserved © 2019 by korkorgal

When you no longer see yourself in the mirror,instead a broken piece of a once beautiful artwork and a ripped portion of a priced painting. °°°°°°°°° 😁😁 All rights reserved © 2020 by korkorgal

I'd love to whisper my love words to you while yelling it to the whole world ...so that maybe...just maybe... you'd be able find more meaning to the emotion encapsulated in the three-worded sentence; I Love You❤️. ------------ 😘😘 All rights reserved © 2020 by korkorgal

Maybe love isn't really love but a feeling of lust that we strive to make last. Maybe love could only be realized when beauty fades and strength vanishes into thin air. Maybe till then the futile search for true love will be as though man goes round in endless circles. --------------------- ❤️❤️ All rights reserved © 2020 by korkorgal

people write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. june 1st 2018- august 16th 2018 thank you, @blushingbieber, for the wonderful cover! hr: #1 in poem 8.3.18 #1 in poetrycollection 8.15.18 #1 in poems 4.28.19

This book is strictly about words and how they are translated through the mind of a troubled teen trying to Make it.

Elixir darker than blood penned on porcelain coloured parchment, the reflections of my reckonings, caged transgressions and feelings. -Z. Greatest Achievements- #1 in poetry. #1 in poet. #1 in poetrycollection. #1 in poesia. #2 in nonfiction. #4 in undiscovered. #14 in diverselit. #2 in literature. #2 in poem. #4 in poems. #1 in freeverse. All media are from Google and Pinterest.

The perks of being an insomniac I get no sleep but sitting at the window and looking at the stars gives me ideas and thoughts which I weave into poems I hope you read it and maybe find something to relate with my thoughts

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]