The Van Gogh Project

"I'll paint the stars in your eyes and you'll write about how love never lasts." In which they are each other's muses. - A tale of poets and writers.

Intricacies

We look up at the same sky and we see the same thing and suddenly, it's not so lonely anymore.

we all live here

to all those with a little pain in their hearts, who find it lonely when it rains, and when even in a crowd, it is a little too quiet. we all live here. [formerly known as fractures] [#26POE]

crushed lavender

yūgen fantasies laced in velour reverie

The Butterflies Have Gone | ✔️

I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved

Opus

a lonely Saturday conversation on the wrong side of the yellow bedroom curtains. ... || Wattys Winner 2018 ||

SOPHISM OF THE SUN

with you: words are not routines anymore / with you: is where home is / home is where the heart is / a pair of eyes and a turbulent pulse

Fragmented

"Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."

White Memories of A Black Life

"I have never tasted the brightness of yellow, the calmness of blue, the cheer of green or the love of red. I felt something; still do I, but never related to colours. I only know the pureness of white and the mystery of black. Oh, and grey. For most of you, it's just a colour but it defines every little thing to me."

flawed souls

story #1 out of the flowery compass series. -  he liked to point out her flaws, she hated how he thought he was flawless. -  cover made by @crookednights

for the faint of heart

BECAUSE WE ARE MORE THAN THE SUM OF OUR PARTS. [74 POETRY]

after all

a collection of feelings and redemptions. © all rights reserved 2017 | kimi

Acoustic Memories

poetry burns through our veins like it did in yours. for what is poetry except inked music? Highest Ranking : #86 POE

Prismatic Memories

"i. they tell me they 
cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them
that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. science. history. iv. but i want to speak. there are moments that fleet...

Dear December | ✓

❝ i'm not even a whisper in your thoughts and yet you're screaming in mine. ❞ • • • [ inspired from pinterest quotes ] [ SS#142 | 07.04.2016 ] [ copyright © incendia- (of wattpad) two thousand and sixteen. all rights reserved. ] [ aka this shit is copyrighted so you better not steal. ] [TRASH WRITTEN WHEN I WAS 16 P...

letters to no one ➳ [poetry]

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

Paper Stars ✓

"i was thinkin' about yesterday, when you asked me why i stayed, with this, and i didn't answer you. i didn't answer you, because i don't know why i stay. nova?" "yea?" "would you like to run away with me?" {cover: @guyswithguitars } highest ranking: #21 in Poetry || completed || "shoot for the moon. even...

Bits and Pieces

not all damsels are in distress. [ cover // @fartette ]

HONEY AND GOLD

there is a warrior in you. © y, 2016.

12 am » poetry

it's 12 am and i'm wide awake --- just a short disclaimer from the author in 2021, please do note that this was written by a 15 year old.

Poetry Of A Count

This book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thinking about so many things, like love, robots, emerald onions, heartbre...

Raindrops

"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016

Depression

De•pres•sion /dèpreSH(e)n/ 1. The feeling of serve despondency and dejection "I'm often silent when I'm screaming inside." - CREDITS TO THE OWNER WHO WROTE SOME OF THESE--Will state the ones that are MINE. Don't fight me over this.