J'écris des textes éphémères en espérant que ma peine le soit aussi. (N'hésitez pas à me donner vos avis en commentaires !) Ce petit livre retrace quelques moments importants de mes années de lycée, j'espère que vous serez facilement immergés dans mon monde!!

THERE IS DEATH AND THERE IS DELTA BUT I'M NOT SURE WHICH IS WHICH ANYMORE. → '18 © 2018 freya

Mythologies and fantasy weaved into words of poetry with occasional threads of realism intertwined. ❝ Forgetting one can't fight for dead, Such was their pain. Losing their sanity All over again, Brimming with agony, They learnt Gods were half selfish and half selfless. ❞

About the boy that shines the brightest

"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 or Just A Cookie"

things ive been wanting to say.

"these words of mine will never come true neither will you" - - #120 in Poetry, June 11, 2016 #58 in Poetry, June 19, 2016 #31 in Poetry, July 8, 2016

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 that gives way to light. But I do feel the warmth of petals gathering and scattering in my cold bones, and imagine the touch and the sweetness of a kiss, and my heart rises to the surface of this sea and finds a sky painted by passing artists remaining far above our heads. I'm breathing out all the words I've kept locked under the pages of my breaking mind. And by doing so, I'm going to heal. TRIGGER WARNINGS: depression, anxiety, self harm, suicidal thoughts, OCD, panic attacks

C'est un tout, un peu flou à première vue, Mais sûrement compréhensible avec un peu de réflexion ; C'est une partie de moi dis-tu ?

Et puis celui qu'on appelait Roshe est revenu, bourré de fautes et de mensonges. Kyrel ne l'avait jamais vu : il ne s'intéressait pas à ce genre de gamins. Alors pourquoi lui avoir répondu ?