-Raise your arms above your head and curse the words you poured near to 2am, words that will probably never be read and will lay here collecting dust in a book I called regret-
We are all judged and viewed in different ways. Stereotypical labels and rumours are all we care about. We all blame the society but seem to forget that we are the society. We are the one's who have been questioned by society, the one's who are socialy different, the one's who see the world in a different light, we ar...
i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]
- Metal, metal don't you hurt this rose petal. To late. It's already dead -
we kept each other away from the cold. - a collection of words [ © victoria g. two thousand and fourteen]
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
"I'm crying" I write With dry Eyes Cause within My soul I'm crying So loud [Trigger Warning] 2015 © GreyCigarette @ cover by GreyCigarette
Fervid Intensely enthusiastic or passionate, especially to an excessive degree. A collection of poetry by me. Each poem has a song + back story to it. I aim to write 1 poem per day from now (11/05/2015) until (11/06/2015) Hope you enjoy. Highest Rank: #105 in Poetry.
The Sun dies nightly so the Moon may live. Highest Rank: #15 In Poetry Entered into the Wattys 2015.
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.
poetry written when i met someone lethal, but the good kind, if there is one. ❝i love you so much that it hurts my head. i don't mind you under my skin; i'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.2 #10 in poetry on 8.19.15 & 8.29.15 © wraiths™ 2015
Numbers aren't complicated. People are. So when my therapist suggested I keep a diary to try to understand people, I used numbers instead of names. I didn't expect to understand anything. But I understood him. ============================================= I'd always been good at math. It seemed to be the only thing I...
/Feel free to kill me anytime. Isn't that what you were made for?/
When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]
