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"Poetry" collection poems, songs, phrases, etc A bit of my heart and soul in every phrase, stanza, line.

A collection of my poems about love, crushes, depression, feeling lonely and pretty much all the emotions I go through as an angsty teenager :P Hope you enjoy! I've been adding to this book since I was 15 (I'm 21 now). The poems get better as the book progresses (and as I've gotten older), so you might want to start reading from the latter chapters! IMPORTANT: Wattpad won't let me add more poems to this book anymore, so everything I've written in 2023 and after (and everything I'll write in future) is in my other book "Shadows and Silhouette." My writing has improved over the years, so I'd recommend reading that instead haha, but feel free to read in a chronological order. Highest rating: #2 in poetry

I'm tellin' you, it's my world, I does what I wish to. If you mad, then too bad, sounds like a personal issue.

Only a fool sleeps with the skies and aches for the dirt.

Poetry 2017 And if I burn out in a fit of psychosis, remember me as a young god, with that smile made of daggers, even if I was the most dangerous thing you could've touched. Perhaps all that danger comes from the multiple personalities, but all I know is I've got something fucking with me, and it possesses me until my pupils don't even exist and the immaterial spills from my nose like concrete. It's time to disconnect, I've made such a mess of myself. When reality unhinges itself and all you can do is watch your sanity slip through your fingers, you start to understand what value truly is, because it's looking a lot like the black tar on the walls. I've lost myself to a pill bottle of prescribed obsession, but everything's feeling so timed. What is it you see when you look through these screens into my soul?

2016/2017 Poetry And we can watch the lights of my city from the top of the world

2016

Inside of my head lies rooms of emotions, and stories. I don't own this empire of a hotel on my own, though. If you listen and look closely, you'll find blood within every shade of red, ghosts in every mirror, and screams in every ballad. I'm haunted. These rooms have memories that sometimes can only be spoken by the pale figures dancing through the shadows of these hollow corridors and empty, dark, skeleton closets. 2015/mostly 2016

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