these poems are for the lonely, forgotten, the lost poets at three am, and everyone else in between cover credit: -sidjenkins

an abundance of space metaphors and you. #1 in poetry 6/7/16

When you are Outcast, you are not even given the dignity of a name. A young elf-girl. Her best friend and only love. An accident. Charged with murder, the girl is banished to the human realm for a hundred years. A hundred years with her name erased from all living memory, in a world she knows nothing about, among humans who would rather see her dead than alive. She learns to hide everything that might draw attention to herself, but she can't forget her home...or the murder she was blamed for. The few people she learns to trust call her Nessa... but will she ever earn back her forgotten name? IMPORTANT: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad, you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe form, please go to: https://www.wattpad.com/story/222803023-nameless Thank you. *FIRST PLACE- GENERAL FICTION IN THE FANTASY AWARDS* *THIRD PLACE- FANTASY IN THE UNDISCOVERED AWARDS*

I've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you struggle with any of this please message me or contact a professional for help. (trigger warning: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, eating disorder) #170 in poetry

Stephen Chbosky once said, "We accept the love we think we deserve." This is not just a collection of poems but my feelings compiled together ♥ Enjoy!

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 credits belong to their respective owners.

Letters to Reality now available as a paperback book on Amazon and other stores: link in bio! love letters to seven boys anyone would find hard to forget. #1 in poetry #13 in loveletters [ inspired by To all the Boys i've Loved before ]

Don't mess with the devil Momma always said Don't mess with the devil or you'll end up dead Don't look at his dagger-like eyes, they'll make you bleed Don't listen to his words, he'll lead you into fulfilling evil deeds Making him mad would be your biggest regret He'll make sure you pay an extra fee with your debt He slits throats and crunches bones with emotionless eyes While smirking maliciously with those dark red lips that spill lies He'll pretend to be friendly, give your cheek a poisonous peck But once he's done with you, he won't think twice before snapping your neck

Born with unparalleled beauty and strength, Xingxie was originally a virtuous and benevolent woman. However, because of her soft hearted and forgiving nature, others took advantage of her. Her father was only using her to get a better position. Her mother was too busy doting on her half-siblings and never cared about her. Her stepmother was the one who helped her see the truth. After being pushed off a cliff the day of her wedding, Xingxie finally realizes that she was too much of a pushover. Having lost her precious little brother and stepmother, Xingxie vows to avenge them should she be reborn. After returning to her sixteen years old self, Xingxie will not tolerate anyone who poses a threat to her future and the people she loves. Join Wu Xingxie on her journey of revenge against vile people while finding love amongst multiple men. *** Suitor 1: Wife, tonight is our wedding night, why won't you smile? Xingxie: I am your wife in name only. Don't get any wrong ideas. Suitor 2: Wife, you deserve the best in the world! Xingxie: Thanks for reminding me the obvious. Suitor 3: Wife, let's have a baby. Xingxie: Sure, in your dreams we can. *** An original story by me. Do not steal and copy. Highest Ranking: #1 in Historical Fiction (Love you guys!)

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".