'Poetry is the dear expression of mixed feelings' W. H. Auden
Through the darkness comes light and through the sadness we find joy.
A collection of random poems that means a lot to me.
Achievements;
🥉3rd place in the mono awards 2020
🥉3rd place i...
They are intractable when it comes on to the tenuous sounds of my cries.
Calling out for help, Crying for it to stop.
The pain in my heart that stabbed me in my back.
A loner like me has no chance in the big world out there.
Being a bibliophile, I just stuck my head in a book all day trying to clear my head of all the worry and pain.
No one understands. No one cares.
But maybe I can make through. Maybe being the key word.
By: loyaltybetrue
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Author: When I first wrote this and I showed it to my friend she asked me if I am suicidal. I was like '?! umm what?' In my head. Just so you know I am not.
I learned some words when I was entering a contest and I used two of them: bibliophile and tenuous. I am trying to expand my vocabulary more. If I used them incorrectly just let me know. Vote if you like. Comment if you want. Lots of love. Bye. Loyaltybetrue
