loud poetry from a quiet girl a growing collection of poetries and short story's Hope you'll enjoy reading :) ly P.S: There's a song to every poem / short story that I thought is fitting for the text. So if you want to fully experience it just listen to the music 🤍
[ 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 ] ❛𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙮𝙚.❜
Take my hand, come with me, I have something interesting for you to see. Poems here and poems there, Poems and books everywhere. Filled with dreams and filled with tears, Sometimes hopes and sometimes fears. So take my hand there's so much to see, Together we'll read just you and me. {All work is my own} {#1 in Poems...
deception is never ending, but so is the reality of my life read pay attention focus to every word i say welcome to your chapter
it's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
Poems and strings of words that don't qualify as poems, from all four years of high school until the summer after freshman year of college. My recent works and anything I continue to write can be found in my new poem book, "Open your hands and say something". That book is what I made so that I have something to show...
A compilation of poems I've written of my personal experiences with heartache, ongoing severe depression and suicidal ideation.
''Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.'' -Herman Hesse Disclaimer: I don't own any of the videos, photos used for this book. Credits go out to the owners.
You were my oxygen, Now I just want smoke, You can stare death in the face, Now I want your memories to go. Your mom's okay, your dad isn't, just call him back, I don't want to say a single word about them, So I'll just stop at that. If I was oxygen, The world knew you were the smoke, If this relationship was a heartb...
Unleash the fury of the 'she-devil' within as you delve into a collection of spellbinding poetry that explores the complexities of the human heart. This is poetry for the daring and the bold, for those who dare to look beyond the surface and into the depths of the human soul.
I wrote these poems thinking about my past thoughts, new thoughts, my worries, my feelings and my imagination. This poetry was made to comfort people saying that everyone has irrational hopes, useless worries, foolish thoughts, wierd fantasies and dreams and it's okay to have them as to me they are like a ga...
These are a few poems that describes emotions like nervousness, anger, boredom etc. This work was made for people to understand that they aren't alone with these unruly and irrational emotions. Feelings are something that you have no control over, so feeling these emotions are normal you just have to enjoy it. To me n...
They are not always the people who they seem to be, sometimes there is a reason for them being who they are and doing what they do. This is a set of four poems describing the stories of the hero, the villain, the heroine and the villainess. It wouldn't justify their actions but their pasts should be acknowledged. So t...
Avaz is a poetry book dedicated to love, i.e. disappointment with the fragments that love can leave us as a legacy, but it is also directed towards warm emotions towards dear people without whom one cannot live.. Thus, the author, guided by the youthful poetic arm of the male-female poetic dialogue, balances the confl...
when life gets me down, i write // highest ranking: #1 in poetry #2 in hot poetry
Eyes wavering over the page Hunting for a specific search Perhaps for a perfect tale Hello, Oh, chosen one, These poems are a delight to read as we sisters sit on our comfortable beds and ponder upon the world and its ordeals. Philosophy is our speciality. *Twirls moustache* Please, proceed & enjoy ;-) [Cover image...
[COMPLETED] "As I see visions of me escaping this wretched reality, the hidden path behind me that I travelled a moment ago disappears, and the bridge readies itself to once more daunt. Through moments of such hesitation and doubt, oh pray, let me fight through this heinous play." - [8] When buds all around the world...
