I Needed to Vent
Venting poems I will just fucking kill myself English is not my first language
Just an attempt to put my poetry out there for the world to see... " I hate this emptiness I feel; But I know that this is my ordeal; Although the shackle's caging me are, Wrought with love, and bound with hate; They do seal a special fate; So come meet me at my hiding place. " Venture forth, beloved...
(Completed) poetry and prose for a girl i probably should stop writing for (Copyright © 2016 by vanillaVDE)
This is a poetry/journal book about my experience in the Psych Ward. It's all true accounts with names changed for privacy. I wrote this while in the ward, except for the last day. Please take care in reading. If topics of suicide, depression, rape, molestation, and other possible topics are triggering for you, this...
Tacenda (n.) things better left unsaid, matters to be passed over in silence Pronuonciation: ta-'chen-da English |Origin: Latin
|| poetry for the people i've loved, hated, lost & found || lower case intended. highest rankings: #4 in poetry / #1 in unsaid
This isn't an ordinary love story you see in the movies or read in other books. This is a sad one, and perhaps a devastating one. But that's what makes the good and juicy stories right? I'm not going to reveal my name, because what good would bring that? But this one is a never forgetting one, one that I'll wake up to...
Words heal, Words mend. Let these ones wash over you, Filling your cracks with gold. Poetry. Mostly mine. Prose. Mostly mine. Quotes. Mostly mine. Some are submitted by friends, Some are from famous authors, But credit is given where credit is due. Read at your own risk.
The Territorial Volks are back with another book! They are here with a book to help writers' books more attractive. Do you wonder why your book isn't getting enough notice even though it's amazing? Have you been searching for a graphic shop to design a cover, aesthetic and banner? Well? If you have, then you're at th...
Sometimes my voice dies in my throat, buries itself beneath waves of crippling suffocation, burns itself out as cold hands tear at my laced skin. I have smiled while my eyes have cried and pleaded, my wrists numb, my lips wobbling and blue, and stars escaping this dark night that I'm trapped in. I long for a darkness...
This is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
Shakespeare's Sonnets is the title of a collection of 154 sonnets by William Shakespeare, which covers themes such as the passage of time, love, beauty and mortality. The first 126 sonnets are addressed to a young man; the last 28 to a woman. The sonnets are almost all constructed from three quatrains, which are four...
"Give me ten days, and I can give you ten reasons not to die." Evan paused. "And if I can't change your mind by then, you can go jump off that cliff."
Covers, character aesthetics and other fancy-shmancy stuff. I accept all genres, all fandoms and all types. HMU, how 'bout that? ・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・ HIGHEST RANKING #1 in CoverMaker #1 in Covers #1 in CoverShop #1 in Design #1 in BookCovers #1 in Communities #1 in PhotoEdit #1 in...
flowers don't last forever, not even the pretty ones. [lowercase intended]
My love for you was like a blooming flower. You were my sun and I your rose, you showered me in golden rays of your tender love. You made me feel like I was worth something, you were my contentment. I depended on your sunlight. Your warmth. You were the fuel to my burning heart Like gasoline you ignited a burning d...
My depressed life written in poems. My chance to try and save people before they commit suicide. You are all loved by someone no matter what you have done or been through there is always that one person it may even be a complete stranger
**𝙁𝙀𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙋𝘼𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙎𝘾𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙅𝙀𝘾𝙏 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙊𝘾𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍** Our generation, more often than not, is branded with the title "moody", but really does that mean the things we feel mean nothing? We say the word "phase" to burn others' emotions with it, but tell me one thing tha...
Have you ever wondered what it's like to be dead, without the belief of the concept of heaven and hell? Same. Read my thoughts about it through this poem.
Poems about Life and its Flaws https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08F2F9G2N/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_awdb_t1_aWpjFbZCXHZDX
Ranked #2 on short poems ❝ Short poems chosen from the colorful canvas of my mind, and the deepest bottom of my heart.❞ • All rights reserved. Copyright © 2019 | →
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" All the world's a stage and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages" - William Shakespeare ********** || Oh, but this is all an act... ------------- March 18, 2016 #60 in Poetry
"Dream for me, will you?" "No, I won't" ***** Amazing cover from: Me, myself January 8, 2016 #312 in Poetry January 13, 2016 #131 in Poetry January 16 ,2016 #113 in Poetry January 17, 2016 #89 in Poetry January 21, 2016 #66 in Poetry Formerly named, "Coffee, Tea o...