Trust wasn't something that came easily to Mae and it wasn't something that she had ever planned on changing. Her heart, enveloped inside a wall of thorns like a single rose, was the only thing she was afraid of losing. Though, when the alluring "bad-boy", Danny Riches from across the hall catches her eye, she finds herself dropping her guard. Her hands burned from the touch of past experiences, her eyes stung from the memories of heartbreak, her stomach turned at the idea of falling in love. A battle of mixed emotions swarming in her mind, causing her to play a game of choosing what Mae wants and what Mae deserves. Whatever happened, she was prepared for the boy with heaven in his eyes, to make her life a living hell. - ☞ This story & the characters involved are entirely fictional and all rights belong to me. Please do not copy or recreate this story in any way, thank you. This story is ideal for young adults (14+), but all ages above and beyond are welcome!! - 29.04.2018 ranks: #12 in slowburn | 22.12.19 #12 in enemiestolovers | 16.06.18 #3 in yafiction | 27.12.19 #35 in friendstolovers | 23.11.18 #2 in neighbors | 22.11.18 #51 in ya | 23.11.18 #195 in teenromance | 23.11.18 #200 in trust | 23.11.18 #356 in youngadult | 23.11.18

✿ Like sunflowers I want to grow in the places where there is melliflous poetry, soft anxiety, imbue art, ethereal canvas, wild fleurs, iridescent galaxies and nefarious stars ✿ [Ranked highest #1 in poems] ACHIEVEMENTS ♡ #1 in writings on 16.01.2019 ♡ #2 in thoughts on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poems on 17.01.2019 ♡ #1 in quotes on 18.01.2019 ♡ #1 in poem on 16.01.2019

in which tom goes to tord's house daily to accompany tord in reading poetry.

"Bleed on paper, die in mind." "If words are a poem, then a voice is song, sound is music. And as I know, music is the best expression- which is inspired by thoughts." I swear on my writing, poem are way better than novels. They don't drag on dead emotions and keep it raw and crisp. No need for fitting into a certain mask for long. Just real emotions flowing for a minute and there you are ready with an authentic poem which will touch more hearts than an enduring novel. This is just out of compulsion, I can no longer hold my emotions... If I knew to do this months ago, I'd be fine. Let's heal in a healthy way. Freestyle- More about spiritual suffering and ascension. Telling about different spiritual experiences through the gift of verse... Your grateful author, かな恵ー © Finished in 2022 ♊First in The Gemini Awards 2022♊ ❄️ First in The Winter Writers Awards 2022❄️ 💐 Runner Up in The Ultimate Genre Awards 💐 ✨Third in The Star Awards 2022✨ 🌚Third in Moonly Awards 2022 🌚 Ranks: #1 in poetry TT lmao yes #3 in bloodmoon #5 in unnoticed #23 in freestyle

Cigarettes, lilac skies and poetry at 3am: sixteen-year-old Pietro ''Pit'' Rossi knows the adrenaline of feeling empty and infinite at the same time. With the reputation of a goofy idiot who doesn't care about anything at all, getting held back at school doesn't seem like a problem. But it is. Because Pit cares about everything, and he always cares too much. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

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.

A collection of original poems revolving around what it's like to have depression. ©BrokenLead 2014

A collection of my poetry, read it if you'd like.