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Desiderium | Poetry بقلم harushavv
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Desiderium is a collection of poems and proses about grief, rage, blasphemy, and unexpressed love.
Obsolescent بقلم Lani_tje
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My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)
When Nothing Holds بقلم fragilethoughts
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Poems and short writings about feeling lost and like you're untethered from the world. I wrote a bunch of poems about my thoughts and feelings, and maybe, just maybe, I hope it'll help those who read this feel less alone. TW: suicidal thoughts, self-harm, dark themes
The Butterflies Have Gone | ✔️ بقلم teptepcg
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I am an artist and this is my garden of words. Copyright @2015, All Rights Reserved
Almost Human بقلم EchoSpace
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Writing is a terrifying act of creation that requires us to push past the fear of being known and bare our souls to others. It gives us a glimpse into our multifaceted lives, both as writers who share their stories and as readers who bring their own unique experiences to what they read. Writing serves as a beautiful connection to each other and our world. This collection of poetry and prose is intended for those of us who feel we have lost our connections and sometimes feel a little less than human because of it.
Sitting Under a Torn Umbrella بقلم bamondal
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Man is for man - this is an old slogan today. It has lost its uniqueness for the cause of self-centred mentality. Now we cannot hear the chorus songs of unity. Rather the sound of cacophony always do disturb our hearing organ by imposing acute disparity. We don't fly the flag of harmony, uncompromising corrupted selfish hands try to disconnect the rope of the flying flag to take undue advantage. Human being lacks of humane quality. Strangulation of faith is seen here and there. We are losing hope day by day. The act of deflowering is an art. The dignity of woman is mercilessly crushing under the wheel of gender inequality. Filial piety sinks into the ocean of disbelief. Every moment we do feel pangs of neglect sitting under a torn umbrella. To buy the physical copy of this book visit the link below 👇 https://notionpress.com/read/sitting-under-a-torn-umbrella