Wattys2016poetry cerita

"i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist." © xelena clarisse, 2015 highest: #104 in poetry

||A balance of good ° & bad •\\ Highest rank:- #12 in Poetry! [3/12/16] Where I relate my life to the pieces of universe, only to make an incomplete puzzle. Incompleteness is beautiful, isn't it? So is nothing. [Read at your own risk, might not understand some babblings of my mind]

where they write 8 word poems to each other

Collection of original poetry by myself, as I think day to day...or month to month, depending on school. :3 ~~~ Reached 100 reads on 8/13/16 Reached 156 reads on 10/28/16

A collection of short poems about what different colours represent in life.

Honest poetry from a head in turmoil. Thoughts-not always rational ones.

Words. Some words can change all. Can change you. I hope my words can change the way you see things. DISCLAIMER: I own most of the pictures and if I do I'll let you know. So no stealy. All the quotes are by me so don't you dare claiming them as yourn own or else I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN! Bye.^.~

Love is a difficult thing to grasp, sure everyone knows that. But what about feelings, emotions, the ironic stuff that goes into love. Pretty complicated if you ask me. •| a love story told in many love stories |• All rights reserved 2016 ©hayleybouldin Cover art by Jen Corace

where a girl writes in 12 words

Okay, let's talk life. Let's talk about good times and the bad. Talk about the sun rising to bring us heat and light. About the moon coming just as the sun has set to grant us with darkness and cold. Let's talk about everything and nothing. Talk about volcanoes exploding with hot anger, letting out their emotions. About the sea giving home to fish and octopuses and many, many other life. So many that some are unknown. Let's talk about the unknown. Talk about secrecy. About love and passion. Let's shout from the rooftops about all that is life. Let's let our voice echo off the walls of deep caves as we speak. Let's talk about death. Talk about bears running wild and free. About the same bears mauling someone innocent to the point of destruction. Let's just talk. No rules, no limits. Let's talk.

it seems we're always 'too young' to understand; to choose. • • • youth is a curse of sorts, which we fondly look back unto • • • this is a collection of my poetry. the general theme is youth- and in my case youth is looking at the world a certain way and questioning it- asking why. there will definitely be angst, and probably some dreamy stuff too. Thank you to all who read this, I hope you like it :-) • • • Published 8/12/16