Quotes, poems, thoughts Writing is the only way to get out your feelings those that have been stuck in your heart for years and thats why i decided to write this, this is my first book and i hope you all love it so feel free to comment & write your opinion VOTING FOR MY STORY WILL MEAN ALOT TO ME, also you can reques...
This is going to be pages full of 3 AM thoughts or pure poetry, because we've all had our thoughts tangled up, and we've all had our hearts shattered in enough pieces to make us write about it. Everything you read in here is written by the publisher.
"Words forgotten are wisdom forsaken." - Anonymous. Break a mirror and you might have bad luck (superstition) but the truth is break a mirror and you'll see pieces of who you really are reflected in the shards. This collection chronicles the little sneak peaks you get to see of yourself in every shard. Highest ranki...
"We've all got our horrors and our demons to fight. But how can I win when I'm paralyzed?"-Bring Me The Horizon Poetry has been a big part of my life for a long time now. I express my feelings on these pages (screens?) because sometimes it's hard to talk. I write everyday so I can stay strong. These poems aren't just...
These short and no where near sweet poems were once a secret way to purge a young girls darkest memories and thoughts.
To the feelings I have created for myself to feel for soldiers out there. Something I consider irrelevant, so relevant to me now that it saddens me. To see our world have to fight. We must fight or we will die. There is not a choice in the world I couldn't make but Fight? I wouldn't fight to kill or to hurt. Maybe I...
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
He was depressed...He hid it well..he believed no one cared about him..he always wore a smile and laughed and he thought he was happy. But everytime he would be reminded late at night that he wasnt happy..his thoughts were always there waiting to creep in...all those thoughts just waiting till he was alone they came s...
Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
So I write poetry... © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ For even more poetry, check out the next book in this poetry series, Paint Swatch Poems.
