if you want to be loved - first you must find love within yourself; the rest follows. // a collection of scattered poems, drabbles & musings //

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 poetry for the wrong

✿ Like sunflowers I want to grow in the places where there is melliflous poetry, soft anxiety, imbue art, ethereal canvas, wild fleurs, iridescent galaxies and nefarious stars ✿ [Ranked highest #1 in poems] ACHIEVEMENTS ♡ #1 in writings on 16.01.2019 ♡ #2 in thoughts on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poems on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in quotes on 18.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poem on 16.01.2019

you've left me; constellations left unstrung within my veins. highest ranking; #2 in poetry november 2018

Featured on the Wattpad Anthologies Profile. @WattpadAnthologies As the clock ticks, the pen on her hand taps rhythmically to the words in her head. Her finger runs through the cover of the journal, and her mind goes on a trip to memory lane, bringing back memories of joy and sorrow that aches her heart. With her mind in a frenzy, she fills her journal with poorly written poems and prose in which she calls her first drafts. #9 in Poetry (07/07/17)

i feel like people are leaving me and i don't know why. → hr : 2PO © 2017 freyyyaa NOTE_2020: previously had an "alllivesmatter" tag on this book. it was added when this story was first started in 2017 to share my belief that all lives matter, regardless of gender, orientation, race, ethnicity, ability, etc. that tag was absolutely NOT associated with the alllivesmatter movement - that movement does not reflect the actual belief that all lives do matter. i have removed it now as the meaning behind the phrase 'all lives matter' is associated with a white supremacist ideology that is now being used to oppose and try to silence the Black Lives Matter movement. all lives will matter when black lives, trans lives, indigenous lives, and all other oppressed groups are included in that. i hope that one day the phrase 'all lives matter' will no longer be a weapon used to suppress and silence civil rights but as a matter of fact. #BLM

oh, these lonely nights breed such ugly thoughts. → hr : 9PO © 2017 freyyyaa

destruction of the self Ⓒ shezal, 2018

POETRY ECHOES OFF HER TONGUE 2016, revolved © POETRY | 3

Now, I am exposing what's on the unlit part of the moon. What you haven't seen. What you haven't heared. What you do not know. In form of poorly written poetries, prose and short stories. Highest rank: #4 in Poetry (08/06/17)