I was afraid that I'd hurt you You put a hand on my shoulder and said: ''you won't'' ... So I didn't.
Wasted Hearts is a collection of confessional poems to a girl that the author loved to the core of every fiber of his bones. In this beautiful work he shows the feelings he felt, the thoughts, the way she made him see life. But the thing is, although the girl apparently loved him too, she…Read more Wasted Hearts
Hello fellow bloggers, I'm Júlio C. Carlos, a writer like most of you. I know that writing is hard, and even more to make some money out of it, but as here's a serious opportunity for some (yes, not all) of you. Here's the deal. As you can notice, I published a book, my masterpiece,…Read more Opportunity for bloggers who seek making some bucks.
Fellow poets and bookworms! Poetry enthusiasts and beloved followers of this blog, I'm proud to announce that you can now buy all of the current Hibiscus Saga, from the blog. Although incomplete, but not for long I assure you, this book album is ready to be known by those who love this art of writing…Read more Books! Poetry Books!
Grief… bringer of darkness, past times lived deep in madness. Sorrow, defined by full hollows inside my heart. My soul at a time, a desert with no sand making me a sane man with no mind. I’ve been fed pain, tortured, killed, dragged in spit! I’ve risen above all and conquered skies after the fall.…Read more Sorrow
It's ok to be sad, when only nothing is left. It's ok to feel bad, for something now gone. To be down when pain lies on its wake for only remnants are ours to take. It's ok. It's fine, to speak words of silence, that our screamy minds won't ear, when abandoned by…Read more Steps taken towards nothing