හීනියට උලාපු සින්දූර් තැවරුමක්..! - SD_Sith

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." -Dead Poets Society I'm a 17 y/o (Started this when I was 15) just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)

the sea of the soul spilled on a paper. the things that i keep quiet about. highest rating #1 in poesia editing in progress.

These are the spectacular quotes and messages from Ms. April Avery's 'Something Spectacular.' The plot, the story, the lessons, the impact, everything are so meaningful. I suggest you to read it before this. Lots of love ate April! pa borrow na rin ng background cover hehe

A place for my art! A new one lol- Gonna have a lot of osc things, not too much OC content BFDI and II will totally dominate this book Anyways, hope you like it!

The Gallery of Unspoken Words is a collection of poems that captures the quiet ache of admiration from afar-where longing is painted in glances, devotion is sketched in shadows, and love exists in the spaces between words never said. Each poem is a brushstroke on an invisible canvas, depicting the artist's silent devotion to a muse who may never know they inspire such beauty. Through soft whispers of ink and delicate strokes of verse, this collection explores the tension between distance and desire, the bittersweet nature of unseen admiration, and the art of loving someone in silence. For those who have ever watched, adored, and created in secret, The Gallery of Unspoken Words is an intimate portrait of longing-where love is an artwork that never quite leaves the easel.

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. AVAILABLE IN PAPERBACK ON AMAZON UNDER 'MELANCHOLIC MUSE' BY MAY GARNER This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

𝑉𝐼𝑂𝐿𝐸𝑁𝑇 𝑁𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑇𝑆 ➬ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄʜɪᴄᴀɢᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ᴜᴘ - ꜰɪsᴛs ꜰʟʏ, ɢᴜɴs ᴛᴀʟᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs. ᴋᴀsᴀɴɪ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴜɪsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ ᴘᴀsᴛ. ᴋᴇᴠɪɴ sʜᴏᴡs ᴜᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ's ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴏᴜᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴡᴀʀ.

I am not a writer and this is not a story. These are just few floating thoughts of mine.