Kiapoetry Stories

When you can't paint with colours, Paint with words; When you can paint with words, Do you really need the colours? Achievements: #11 in Poetry (23/9/26) #13 in Poetry (...

After all, we're all chipped from here and there, losing our symmetry in the process.

xWarningX This may be considered a trigger to many. Also this does have some mentions of BXB relations but not many. THANK YOU AND ENJOY :) Paper Dreams Paper boy He's j...

"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep."---Salman Rushdie [C...

This book is a collection of poems I've written. Please enjoy! Cover made by @Akira_Misaki

Is expressing yourself using words wrong? > I Draw Too: First place winner (A poem about your character falling in love) > Dark Realm : Third place winner (A poem...

❝ there was something truly wrong with her heart being so constantly exposed to disapointment. she needed to relearn how to feel again-how to breathe without restraint...

i may be quiet but i'm full of alphabet soup ~ #37 in poetry

thoughts from those who wander ~ best rank - 356 in poetry (july 2, 2016) [lowercase intended]

"There are a million shades of grey between their black and their white - but no one ever cares to see them." In a world with a limited view of gender, Cam Shi...

Words purging me of my emotions. Words torn out of me for you. This is my CATHARSIS. Highest ranking: #312 in poetry.

The collection of my thoughts and feelings this contains They rattle around the heightened corners in my brain And to the public I have cast all these flowing words aske...

The type of feelings and thoughts that attack your mind. The type of feelings which keep you up at night, which wake you up at night. This is not the time for lovers, or...

So many wandering souls, desperate of finding a place, to call their own. A home that will give them sense, that they belong. To feel once and for all, the joy, of b...

Noctivagant (V.) To wander at night. ... [IMPORTANT: These are my first tries at poetry. I wrote this back when I didn't understand emotion and I though rhymes were what...

Here's a book of poetry which doesn't exactly rhyme. Each one may hold a thousand different meanings, but I just hope it means something to you... That's the only thing...

i could never do you the disservice of calling you beautiful you, my dear, are ethereal -- a collection of short poems, from a relatively tall girl

"I choose to believe there are more than three stages in life. For me, I say there are five." Eva Longsten was crumbling, but soon she found life was easier...

Words from the deepest part of my blood red heart. Pouring up everything with each heartbeat. I'll show you my mind...but you can't reach it.