•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people, this is how we cope with life. In three words, how we live is described. But I'm here to make sure our story is described with more words. More feeling. I'm here to make sure you know that you're not alone and your life can be described in more than three words. Words that make you feel like the sun is kissing you in the middle of winter, which is Apricity. Words that make the storm your living in feel like a light drizzle of rain, which is Sirimiri. Words that go into your ear sounding like wind against trees, which is Psithurism. I'm an addressing Numinous (describing experiences that make you fearful yet awed.) So here is my gift to you, my adoxography (beautiful writing of a subject little talked about). Here are my poems. Highest rankings- •#48 in poetry 12•16•17 •#36 in poetry 12•..•17 •#32 in poetry 1•10•18 •#26 in poetry 1•13•18 •#14 in deep poems 6•21•18 •#2 in deep poems 1•3•19 •#9 in deep poems 2•4•19 •#10 in deep poems 3•28•19 •#4 in deep poems 4•27•19 •#1 in deep poems 4•30•19 •#8 sad poems 8•19•20 •#1 sad poems 2•1•21 Trigger warning , deep topics talked about stay safe loves

❝Everything that lies beneath these pages full of scattered ink, has become the definite reminder of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.❞ -All poems are mine. -May contain spoken word poetries and short stories. Highest Rank: #13 in poetry (01-06-19)

a kaleidoscopic look at a life full of ups and downs, laid out in a poetic form. // highest rank: #4 in poetry // // other works include; l i t t l e n o t e s, highest rank: #1 in poetry and JESSICA // *cover by @flawed_stars_

Sometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and stars escaping this dark night that I'm trapped in. I long for a darkness that gives way to light. But I do feel the warmth of petals gathering and scattering in my cold bones, and imagine the touch and the sweetness of a kiss, and my heart rises to the surface of this sea and finds a sky painted by passing artists remaining far above our heads. I'm breathing out all the words I've kept locked under the pages of my breaking mind. And by doing so, I'm going to heal. TRIGGER WARNINGS: depression, anxiety, self harm, suicidal thoughts, OCD, panic attacks

~makers maketh mark~ A collection of poems that you'll throughly enjoy. A lot of surprises inside. Do give it a chance. ................................................................ Highest ranking: #1 in writings #4 in poem #11 in poems ____________________________________ A 30 day writing challenge from 1 June 2018 to 30 June 2018. ................................................................