loud poetry from a quiet girl

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

late night poet

some poetry I write when I'm a tad bit delirious

lovely | poetry

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...

lost in thought - a book of poetry

idk sometimes i write stuff - it's not the best but it helps me a lot. i like to tell stories through my poetry so often it isn't true stories, but little plots that I've imagined in my head. i hope that somehow somebody can connect with it <3

she's not like the others.

quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2