I'm a blind (metaphorically) who can only able to feel. Like i can only feel your smile when you read this , i can feel your sadness when you wipe your tears while you read this. I can feel your heavy sigh when you can relate to me...

//LINES IN MY HEAD POETRY BOOK// THIS BOOK IS A COLLECTION OF SHORT POEMS SOME OF WHICH ARE BASED ON MY LIFE EXPERIENCES AND CONVEY MY FEELINGS OR EMOTIONS . These lines are trapped in my head, since seemingly forever they have been entangled in cobweb It's hard to make a statement, the words just won't flow whenever I wish to speak them.. But pencil and paper have become my bestest friends <33 these lines are no longer trapped in my head because of them.. As I make my release my hands write the words which I wish to speak The lines in my head are now free from years of captivity. PUBLISHED SINCE: 20 SEPTEMBER 2022 STATUS: INCOMPLETE HOPE YOU ALL WILL ENJOY IT! :D WITH ❤❤ ANYA ......... #12 deeppoetry #26 meaningful #20 words of wisdom

⋆ Tʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶠˡⁱᶜᵏᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ ㅤ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵖᵃʳᵏˡᵉˢ ᶠˡᵒᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉ ⋆

Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hatred plz. Also some things might contain mature contents like self harm. I want to say those kinds of suicidal poems are not to inspire anyone to self harm. I'm strictly against self harm myself. Those thoughts are just a means to release myself. Started writing this book around 25th June, 2021

❝𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐅 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒❞ L- Living Memories E - Erased Memories A - Alive Memories F - Forgotten Memories...Free Memories Started on: 9 April 2022 Finished on:

This book breathes the nature, skies, and seasons of haiku. 🌸 𝘐𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘗𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘐𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 📚✨ In nature's canvas, a tapestry of life covers. 🍁

This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.

A trip down memory lane... Once again, thank you @AlphaKelly for everything and always being there for me... Thank you @RaveHaynes for taking time from your busy schedule to make this beautiful cover. Your friendship and thoughtfulness are a special gift I will always treasure. You are the best. Thanks a lot! © 2021 12MidnightBlue12 (cover and pictures in this book are not mine.)

𝐻𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ, 𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

|| ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ || We go through struggles but come out intact we haven't shattered coz we still stand high But our hearts seem frozen Frozen from the pain, it went through and battles it fought, the wounds it stitched and those scars that were added to the warrior's heart