the thoughts of others terrify me... so here's mine. (#1 poet - 08.03.19) (#1 sadpoems - 08.04.19) (#2 poem - 08.11.19) (#1 thoughtsandfeelings - 08.14.19)

Connect the letters and find who are they written for ... A collection of letters I've dedicated for different people or aspects in my life. Many of them written for love and others personal struggles I have confronted. I talk about how is dealing with romance, friendships, hate, healing, sadness, anxiety, and self love. I've never had the courage to sent these letters to the one that inspired them but now you have the privilege of seeing some hidden secrets of my heart. Poetry is not a form of writing but a feeling... #1 sadpoems 1.12.21 / 2.4.22 #1 poembook 2.15.21 #1 poetry 6.4.21 - 6.8.21 #1 poet 6.11.21 - 6.12.31 / 3.24.22 - 3.27.22 #1 poem 3.23.22 #1 poetrycollection 9.16.22 -9.19.22

~Some people come in your life as blessings,others come in your life as lessons ~

quiet isn't always violent. #1 in poetry 11/2

I wrote 100 poems for the people who feel so unloved. -MysticallyDimples

Through poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this is her speech. [FINISHED] #30 in poetry May/1/2022 Read the sequel~ A sunflower surrounded by roses

Feeling closed, Losing life. Pain in heart , Shattered into half . If there is a reason , There may be answer. If I could create a reason, Then iam the answer.

poetry by a person that's afraid of people. 12/23/15- #1 in poetry

from the bottom of my broken heart

winter changes a lot of things. the forest sings hymns of a frozen country, the ice shields our forgotten memories, blue seas have long to journey before they turn to mist, these are the days from an artist's messy canvas, the pine trees are covered in snow, fire-place afternoons and time that slows, the story-tales are hushed on every street, the winter bird hums a song so sweet, these are new beginnings and the end of times- those days when winter arrives. A mini collection of poetry and prose to read by your window sill during cold winter nights. 25 in poetry, January 7th 2021. mypoemattic © 2020.