BIRTH

POETIC VERSE. i am mine; fully, irrevocably. © 2021, khadija faleel. #25 in poetry

on this day.

xvii, april. (ii). these words speak louder than i ever will. © playlist poetry h.r. : #55

HOW WILL WE REACH

to the place where our fingertips of stars and scars explode into supernovas ©2021 @uranium-girl

AN ALBUM WILL REMEMBER

[ poetry/short stories/collection ] ❝ you made the truth into what I lied, and I lied that I was beautiful ❞ . . . a collection of rainbows, theories, and dreams, of words faded around the edges with meanings that nothing could ever fade. a collection of seashells and nostalgia, sand filled baseball caps, scra...

i don't really feel like fighting.

HOW CAN A HOLLOW CHEST FEEL SO HEAVY poetry, rambles, rantings, letters, etc. enjoy!! but read at your own risk* *massive tw for basically anything mental-illness related, including depression, anxiety, self harm, suicide, abuse, blood, knives/blades, eating disorders, etc. please don't read if you think this will tr...

The blue flower that taught me how to live

''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out to the owners.

her name was nostalgia

in which cosmos meets nostalgia, and together they discover the unknown world.

THE ENCHANTING REALM OF FAIRIES

to build a castle in the skies, to burn their garden of lies.

what tomorrow brings.

xvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3

Dead Poets Club ✓

I can taste the revolution on your skin 2016, adriana © (p #58- 040117)

STAR-CROSSED

[ poetry/prose ] tell me, what do you wish for? ranks: #9 in poetry

LA JOIE DE VIVRE

something's missing within these walls. january 2019

LES ÉTOILES

i'm the lustrous beam that peers through your window. february 2019

to my dearest darling |✓

❝your honeyed velvet voice still echoes in the hollows of my bones❞ in which a girl suffers from amnesia due to the traumatic aftermath of a school shooting and writes letters to the only person she remembers through all the chaos. [weekly updates] ⎯ cover by the talented @-raslikeraspberry- ⎯ ♛highest rankings #2 in...

the crossword of hearts | ✓

→ featured on WattpadPoetry [ 2021 ] ❝ the blooming flower taught me that despite difficulties one can be free only if one has the determination to be. ❞ a book full of gold glitter, the drizzle on unexpected days, the rare glimpses of moonbows, the hidden flowers in the bushes, the forgotten letters exchanged, th...

paracosm | ✓

but you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]

kalopsia | ✓

unlove me, i dare you ! © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved. [ a poetry collection ]

to make a home out of every sunset.

poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞

Serpent Heart [PUBLISHED]

[ORIGINAL DRAFT SAMPLE] She is twenty-nine when the FBI comes for her, but Catherine Themis was only seventeen, grieving and naive and angry, the first time she wiped someone else's blood from her fingers and felt the snake rise in her chest. She was seventeen when she stepped into the dark and never looked back. ...

Secret Super

Kara is training to become a superhero, but she's stuck with a snobby sidekick, boring missions, and too many rules. Craving adventure, she jumps at the chance to work for a mysterious organization off the books. Zadia's hidden her powers for years so she doesn't have to become a superhero. She has bigger plans: to s...

What My Mother Forgot

Before reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does not include reflection. It is meant to be a recounting from my perspecti...

BOHEMIA

‪BOHEMIA 🌷🌼‬ ‪An abstraction of creativity. ‬ ‪Deeply rooted in the harrowing aspects of the human condition, my twelfth poetry collection, 'BOHEMIA' is a darker yet stark, poetic exploration of nature versus nurture through a poetry collection rife in love, loneliness, trauma and grief. ‬ Bohemia is a landscape; be...

Teacup and other Torments

Tell me why you're alone -the wonderland is forever closed. This is for the hearts who never find their homes.

Watercolor Dreams

"Dream for me, will you?" "No, I won't" ***** Amazing cover from: Me, myself January 8, 2016 #312 in Poetry January 13, 2016 #131 in Poetry January 16 ,2016 #113 in Poetry January 17, 2016 #89 in Poetry January 21, 2016 #66 in Poetry Formerly named, "Coffee, Tea o...

When Hands Touch

Confused, chaotic and closeted. If you ask Milo Jiang to describe himself in three words, those are the words he would choose. Mostly because his vocabulary is extremely limited. With a life full of routine, Milo spends his time studying for tests, failing them, and studying for them all over again. Until Xen Rathore...

Snow's White | ✓

[BxB] Prince Lucas thought that life would be perfect when he made Snow White his wife-to-be. At least, that was until her twin brother waltzed into his life and obliterated everything he knew. He had her same pale skin, blood red lips and dark, ebony hair, and yet he stirred him up in ways his sister never had. With...

Vivid (BoyxBoy) {Pipe Dream: Book I}

Ever since an event known as the Disaster, monsters and mayhem rule the world. There are those lucky enough to live inside the Fence, while those who don't, are treated little better than the beasts that they fear.

In... Wonderland

Welcome, we are all mad here In... Wonderland. ♠️🃏🤍 'In... Wonderland' is my thirteenth full length poetry collection, written specifically with themes of surrealism, folklore and fairytales in mind. These poems transport you to a whimsical, story-driven world in which the clouds swirl in dazzling neon colors, river...

Midnight Messages

Unknown Number: I buried the body. What now? Me: Umm...what? Unknown Number: Ah shit. Sorry, wrong number! Could you like...delete that message? Me: Will the police be able to track it back to me if i don't? Unknown Number: ...yes. Me: Ok. Deleted. Bye. [Completed] Cover by @daisybrowser

letters to no one ➳ [poetry]

❝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 ]