* The Fiction Awards 2020 Winner * In Goodharts, the small town beyond the hills, nobody knows how Ferry Donovan looks. His mother has been keeping him out of sight for over nine years. When the boy finally begins school, the people are not only intrigued by his appearance but also by the strange things taking place a...
A pencil is the spotlight of a soul. It tells them its okay to overflow. It tells them ideas are art, and that the best ones are masterpieces. Feathers is a collection of poetry by me to convey the beauty and undeniable strife of the world, and emotions, through words. To you. Words are the most beautiful escape from...
Some more of my musings. And if you've reached here, maybe you can go and check out the Part 1 too..!! PS : All images have been taken from Pinterest. DM if you have any issues.
In an attempt to move on from his past mistakes, a young man finds solace in writing poems to his lost muse. As time goes by, the boy learns of new love and befriends someone that finally helps him heal his heart. However, good feelings do not last forever as he discovers his affection is deft and unrequited, and his...
My jumble of (possibly) relatable words. Ps : All images have been taken from pinterest. Dm if you have any issues.
My musings about love, life, and all the things in between. OR Random thoughts that I come up with out of nowhere. - Some of my quotes, proses, maybe even poetry. Things that we all feel, face, find and think at some point..... put into words by me, as best as I could. Ps: All images have been taken from pinterest. D...
M O N A C H O P S I S the persistent feeling that you're out of place or don't belong. A collection of poems.
i cried to you but you never truly understood. -- #3 in poetry on 2/24/21 <3
Just some thoughts that flood my mind and make me drift off into its depths... Thoughts, poems, and philosophies. Words you'll hopefully ponder over. (Cover pic is not mine)
A book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for you. ******** mature language
for those who have forgotten their lights. for those standing alone in a crowd. for the stars that are often lonely. Status: Ongoing [ © 2019 / WriterBells ]
| POETRY / PROSE | a collection of my most irrepressible thoughts and emotions © 2022
Poetry. Some sweet. Some salty. Some almost both. Some maybe neither. All mulled over to be relatable or nearly there. PS: All images have been taken from pinterest. DM if you have any issues.
I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.
Just some poetry.✨ PS: All images have been taken from pinterest. DM if you have any issues.
