Life asked Death, "Why do people love me but hate you?" and Death replied, "Because you are a beautiful lie and I am a painful truth." (completed) Well. Poems, if you could call them that. Just rambled and rushed night time thoughts. Some of these are thought up, some are drawn from real experiences. Extremely outdate...
(poem book) *editing* poems about a girl whose thoughts don't let her sleep at night.many of you may relate . so read and give your views and you will have someone who will understand your pain . you are not alone :) don't steal my poems plx :). all rights reserved. (achievments) *HQ love award (watty2014winner) 30 J...
typewriter ˈtʌɪprʌɪtə/ noun an electric, electronic, or manual machine with keys for producing print-like characters one at a time on paper inserted round a roller. I think a lot. especially when i'm down. I write my thoughts. i write my feelings. i write them to the clouds, in hopes that they'll hear me. that someone...
my hands write down words my brain can't contain anymore. [highest rankings omfg: #75 in poetry / #358 in random]
ephemeral (noun): lasting a very short time; short lived; temporary. [highest ranking omfg: #104 in poetry]
metanoia (noun): the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life.
