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𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 :- 𝐴 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜...

a poetry collection.

My late night muse; everyday muse ; People, things, feelings, colors that have inspired me in everywhich way.

Collection of unsaid words, poetry, and lines from the poet.

the walls with blued body scents soft on the skin, the curtains drawn and a lover asleep close by. ...

I tried to keep quiet, to stop placing pen to paper but sometimes at night if I didn't, sleep wouldn't find me. There is something about being a writer; it lives in your bones, & you have no choice but to listen. enjoy. xx

assorted poetry inspired by nature, family and the life of a person who spends far too much time in her head. (sexuality, death and decay are alluded to or directly addressed in some of my poems. these poems are marked by "*" in the chapter title.) cover by @shethetigress

This story is about Gradient and Crescent. Gradient, the son of the God's, Error and Ink, and Crescent the son of a Guardian and a murder, Nightmare and Killer. Gradient is shy, and gets bullied by his childhood friend, Crescent. Crescent tries to be good for Gradient, which makes both of them start to develop feelings for each other. How will Crescent friends react to them falling in love? will their parents allow them to have a relationship? This story might aboard serious topics, for example: self harm, bullying, death situations and anxiety. I am NOT going to write a lemon about them. All of the characters in this fanfiction don't belong to me. Information about this au in the first chapter.

Short poems of Pain, Love & everything in between All explained in 26 letters.

As you look to find your way in life where do you look to? Do you find your healing in the grass, the sand, or do you find it in the cold snow at winters beginning? Where's your solace come from, and has it grown from your fears? What is love? What is heartbreak? What do you do when all you can do to ease your pain is spill words from your brain and pray it helps someone else?

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

"Writing is the painting of the voice"~Voltaire #40 in Poetry My voice is my paintbrush. My words are vivid drops. My poetry is a splash of rich paint. Here's a mere sample: Success, sometimes I understand it Other days? It's mercilessly incoherent, like a unsolvable puzzle. My thoughts unfurl like poison ivy, Intoxicating the most luminous cracks, fixing them in place as if it's glue. My cracks are in place, completed with poison ivy My mind must truly be a lost cause. Though there lay a lost fragment of mischief in the deepest edge My inner child. Enjoyed that, did you? Go ahead and keep reading.

With love to those whom I love

Another attempt, perhaps another failure.

you're gonna hate me after this.

"For nature's feat is but a game, We await a fate that is all the same". A poem contemplating the essence of life.

A compilation of poetry and short stories I've written over the years, but never had the guts to share.

Poems I've written and photos I've taken all to remember a specific moment in time

A collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As though it had done to her What lovers had done Again and again. A carousel of liars Spinning round and round But the day wasn't yet over And there was still much cleaning to do. The rug never stood a chance. WARNING: Contains instances of profanity and mature themes. *multimedia throughout*

Original poetry and writing. -e.g.