↪Mr. Blue is a nostalgic soul. He's always lingering in the past, looking for a reason to wet his eyes and isolate himself from the rest of the world. ↪Mr. Green is the true definition of a rose-coloured boy. He believes that everything will be alright and that someday the world will be righteous enough to let everyone be equally and immeasurably happy. But there's a big unsolvable problem - they do not exist. And it's up to Acacia Bloom to bring them to life... Or extinguish herself forever.

Random musings, observations, and questions in mostly a poetic form.

Expect not the sweet and dainty life. Painted in these walls, it's the life hidden far behind clouds, far away from what you and me know as 'life', with darkness pouring over like a fountain and daunting echos, overflowing. 14.01.19- published 15.01.19-#477 poetry 16.01.19-#214 poetry 17.01.19- #144 poetry 18.01.19- #123 poetry 30.01.19- #22 sad poetry 05.02.19- #41 poetry

Highest rank #12 in Poetry Second Wind is an eclectic collection of mostly light hearted poems but often has a serious message and takes the occasional side swipe at politicians and those in power.

If you're a happy person, better stay away from this depressing af poetry book. And to those of you who relate to my poems...I'm sorry...I'm sorry we had to go through this shit :( (cover is not mine)

I write when words refuse to keep calm inside my head. My pen offers them an opportunity to get out, to be a part of this world, to translate my feelings , join other voices and be heard. This collection is mostly about love and heartbreaks, for I must confront my emotions in order to move on. I'd like to hear oppinions ^^ PS: the pictures/arts I share are not mine. I download them from the web.

* FEATURED ON @WattpadPoetry * A Haiku and Senryu collection. "All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allan Poe

𝗘𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 /ɪˈ𝗺əʊʃ(ə)𝗻/ 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻; 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻: 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗻𝗲'𝘀 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝗺𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱, 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 Published- 01.02.19 05.02.19- #23 in poems

You've surfaced upon the sweet scents and daunting tints of My blood dwelling life, expressed in the form of poetry. Bubbly and lighter from the outside but a misty shade darker, on the inside, Portrayed through self depicting tales edged by hope and driven by love. *READ IN A BLACK SCREEN* •style• The style of poetry in this storyline, mainly follows a sequence, starting with lines of fate and our attraction towards each other to being hated from every perspective, yet with hope in our hearts leads us to tie knots. Although, the last part hasn't yet occurred in our life, with hope and heaven's will, we will achieve it. •explanation• Accordingly, after every poem, a comment will be entered, describing what my poetry depicts, to untangle my lines, for anyone that doesn't get my meaning behind it. I'm still 15, It's very personal, and it's the first time I've ever displayed my sour life on a screen. Please be kind and do not hate. 16.11.18-started 02.01.19-first published 04.01.19- #22 in poetry 10.01.19- #3 in poetry 16.01.19- #37 in god 17.01.19- #33 in future 18.01.19- #32 in future 19.01.19- #30 in future 30.01.19- #394 in god 06.02.19- #33 in hope

a collection of short poems that were the result of late night breakdowns i sincerely hope you can't relate to some of these enjoy p.s. lowercase intended