Fingertips Stories

A poem about the desire to change for love, focusing on personal growth and the yearning for connection

I was in the feels and wrote this

"he is bad for you, can't you see it? love really makes one blind.. he is the reason of your pain!" "shut up." ^ jikook au fingertips, 2019 © cypherthree

Fingertips brush against skin like paint to a canvas. Sparks ignite a fire in the pit of your heart . When Nova first moved out,she didn't expect being stuck with a roommate working full time and barely squeezing in time for school. She definitely never anticipated meeting Jaxon. The boy that left a burning imprint of fingertips on her skin. As well as an aftertaste she didn't want to get rid of. Cover by @Jenny20

Poems by :- Tanishq Verma ( The Ishqi Poet )

I sat aside, alone , on the silent bench. Cool breezes of wintery evening pass on. Peaceful atmosphere catches its charm. A moderate shiny rays of setting sun struck behind with the gentle hotness. Above on palav tree a birdie chirps sweetly. In the temple with hard stones and huge empirical building; a slow and calm rhyms thrash on my ears. I, with my weights heavy, wait for someone. Noone will come, i sure, but wait till time passes at last. I sat aside, alone and sparing one place for that waiting. Silent bench will perhaps talk a sudden laughter when waiting breaks. Cool brezees evaporates with waiting's warm shadow. Peaces at its charm will break with waiting's hello!. A gentle hot shiny rays of setting sun will get wet with touch of my waiting. A birdie's chirps suddenly will no longer sweet with my waiting's laughter. My ears will get all busy with my waiting's words. But i sat aside, alone on the silent bench and waiting for someone.

Don't doubt the future. You can control it in your fingertips, It's all just an endless cycle Sophie. © Dora Thompson 2017

There is always a person out there who will make you heart change its rhythm at any given moment. There are also those people who will needle themselves into your heart so tight that they will never be unattached to it, no matter how far they are. There are moments who will make your heart grow larger and make it say boom boom. Moments that will feel your soul with so many memories. All these things becomes our heartstrings and I like to share some of mine with you.

"You left your fingertips all over my body so I can remember that I am forever yours."

The creation and progress of one couples continuous journey.

A collection of my poems. Some old and some new.

how ridiculous is it? just 30, 30 reasons. That's all it took. © 2013, Will Sawyer

Ryce Trent is a normal freshman girl, with a not so normal ability. While most girls are dealing with boys, popularity, acne, Hollister clothes, and the latest celbrity obssesion. She's dealing with how to control her abilty to create fire with her mind. Yes you heard correct, Ryce Trent, the shy freshamn who sits alone whilst waiting for the bus, can control fire with her mind. She thinks she is the only one, the only weird girl. But could there be more like her? Could they be friends or enimies? Now dealing with not only fidning more of her kind, staying out of her new found enemies eye, and trying to tackle high school life, Ryce is probably the farthest from ordinary.