"When I tell you that he hates me, you'll probably assume it's because he's a jerk...but you'd be wrong. He's not a jerk. I am." --- Several years ago tragedy struck Emma's home, leaving her broken... like a cup with cracks spiraling and slithering around the edges. Slowly, bitterness crept in like tar, hardening between each fracture to resemble a deceitful wholeness. She became a monster, and targeted her venom on the sweetest person she could find: Trinity Nixon. Too bad the boy Emma longed for was Trinity's brother. Now, as Emma fights to win the heart of the boy who despises her, she's forced to hide her demons. She paints her fragile cup in pinks, yellows, and oranges - all the colors of the sun. She paints on a smile, and an unusual sense of humor, so that the world will view her as bright and cheerful, when in reality she's breaking. But she's completely unprepared for the acidic truth that melts away the tar, demolishing her shell, and awakening the Emma White buried deep inside. --- Book 1 in The Dismantled Pride series *Story was previously titled "Faking It"

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

Perhaps someday these words will make up for the bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights. [H.R: #13 in Poetry] beautiful cover by: @-averagesky

You've surfaced upon the sweet scents and daunting tints of My blood dwelling life, expressed in the form of poetry. Bubbly and lighter from the outside but a misty shade darker, on the inside, Portrayed through self depicting tales edged by hope and driven by love. *READ IN A BLACK SCREEN* •style• The style of poetry in this storyline, mainly follows a sequence, starting with lines of fate and our attraction towards each other to being hated from every perspective, yet with hope in our hearts leads us to tie knots. Although, the last part hasn't yet occurred in our life, with hope and heaven's will, we will achieve it. •explanation• Accordingly, after every poem, a comment will be entered, describing what my poetry depicts, to untangle my lines, for anyone that doesn't get my meaning behind it. I'm still 15, It's very personal, and it's the first time I've ever displayed my sour life on a screen. Please be kind and do not hate. 16.11.18-started 02.01.19-first published 04.01.19- #22 in poetry 10.01.19- #3 in poetry 16.01.19- #37 in god 17.01.19- #33 in future 18.01.19- #32 in future 19.01.19- #30 in future 30.01.19- #394 in god 06.02.19- #33 in hope