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eating rose jam in the backseat of ur car ©2016, ina
Dear Life, Long time, no see... Letters written to a lost life Highest ranking #1 in poetry on 28-5-'18 Sequel - Letters to Life: Letters written to a loved life First place winner in The Butterfly Fly Away awards First place winner in The Golden Star Awards Second place winner in Book Review Center's Summe...
Tuesday lives with her aunt after the death of her mother in a car accident following remission from cancer. Angry at the world, she rebels against her guardian, her education and her nervous peers, and it isn't until she meets Max (with his own burdens to bear) that she begins to learn how to navigate the tumultuous...
when life gets me down, i write // highest ranking: #1 in poetry #2 in hot poetry
stitching storms into lovers' thighs (poetry #1 / prose #1 - 061120) © VANGOHS, 2017
i give myself to you, on a silver platter---to observe, to understand and to feel. i give you a peek. ------------------------------ i write this on my phone, in between studying, procrastinating and panicking because this is my first ever story. i, as an amateur not-so-much-of-an-author expose myself to you. construc...
i can't sleep, so i write. "poetry by a clinomaniac" {lower case intended} all Rights Reserved ©️ by @noah-sleeps
Dear whoever you might be, I hope someday you'll find this and know that this is everything I didn't say. Copyright © 2015 by CielloMaxin Highest ranking: #11 in Poetry #7 in poetry - 10/9/16 #5 in poetry - 10/11/16 #4 in poetry - 10/29/16 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the photos I use for the covers of my books. All cre...
❝You and me,❞ he whispered, ❝until the end of time.❞ // A chronicle of Junie Bennett's birthdays from the ages of ten to twenty one.
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
when you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]