Life asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these are thought up, some are drawn from real experiences. Extremely outdate...
a collection of works I write at 2 am MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING: #1 in POETRY love y'all thanks for the support
I sometimes feel too much and other times feel nothing at all. I'm either full of volcanoes or numbness, there's nothing in between.
A series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that hasn't been fed in awhile." ♤ Black Coffee, 1958.
a collections of thoughts, feelings, emotions that have been put into words and that have been gnawing at my brain. check out my other poetry book 'among the wildflowers.' ••• poetry collection explicit language all rights reserved completed O6.12.19 - O8.19.19 k-ashmir O1.2O.2O2O #1 - #poet #1 - #clarity #1 - #po...
Poetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credit to user: UnresolvedFate for creating my cover) Copyright© All Right...
you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, my father would say i find it kinda funny that even though i am honey, you refused to stay.
This is part four of the poems, quotes, and song lyrics that I love. If I find them with the author I will write the authors name on it. If you have any of your own and you would like for it to be in the story, ask me and I can do that for you. I hope that you enjoy this as much as the first part. Also; I don't know...
I welcome the pain with open arms • • • Tears blur my eyes, as red paints my skin • • • Breathing is the hardest everyday task • • •
" All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages" - William Shakespeare ********** || Oh, but this is all an act... ------------- March 18, 2016 #60 in Poetry
Volume 1. This book is to express my feelings and thoughts. Anything in italics explains why I wrote the poem and a little bit about me. It contains romance, emotional, and (hopefully) relatable poetry.
Here are some thoughts I wrote down, usually late at night. Mostly about him. Sometimes about life. Read if you want to, react if you want to. It's just here because I feel like I need them to be somewhere. Somewhere to be found. Somewhere to be remembered. In case somebody ever cared, here is it. Thats me. Thats how...
I dreamt it all I lived it Short, scattered, you're confused, I'm confused, SPEAK Welcome to Speak I hope you like secrets
