Absence Stories

This is a collection of things I never said out loud. Fragments of love that stayed, of people who left, of thoughts that echo long after they should have faded. Some of these words are about you. Some of them are about me. Most of them exist somewhere in between. There are no clear beginnings here, no proper endings, only moments...quiet, unfinished, and still breathing. If you've ever carried something you couldn't explain, you might find a piece of yourself in these pages...

Confusion. Poems about the things we can't understand. Things that plague us sometimes. This is a collection of poems not about romance, but about the concepts that keep us up all night. The compilation of poems starts out simple, but by the end it will be a lot more complex. I may not be too old, but I do think a lot about this stuff, and I can never seem to fully understand it. I don't think anyone can truly understand it. Thus the reason why it shall be written. It never hurts to get the mind thinkin'. (Complicated Times : is the sequel.)

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Love can make you miserable

The point of these are that they aren't that long, but it still gives a glimpse of my characters and the things they went through as kids. It might be confusing for first time viewers or those who don't get my characters, but that's okay! I think you might still enjoy it.

"The most beautiful things in life are not things. They're people and places and memories and pictures. They're feelings and moments and smiles and laughter." This story is about a girl named Ivy. She moved from Atlanta Georgia to live with her Dad in Indianna due to her moms drinking problem which caused her to be abusive. Though ivh was quiet and for the most part shy,there wiuld be bits of anger that would bleed through her sweet and quiet character. Bo one understood Ivy, she thought that no one would. But that boy did. The boy who was always seemed angry and had a resting mad face. The boy who needed pills to function properly. The boy who lost his mother in a shooting. Yes that boy. That boy would be their patch up Ivy's wounds whenever she started to bleed.

A cyclical tale of a man lost in his own world, absorbed in technology and material pursuits. As he stumbles through life, unaware of life around him, the absence of love takes its toll, but history repeats.

Words I leave unspoken. Thoughts I leave unopened. Then I wonder why I'm left so broken.

But I got this melody stuck on my mind Washing the dirt carved on my brain

The purpose is to help me cope. Told in a dramatic monologue, I walk my younger self through the things I lived. I only hope these messages will relieve the hurt as I still carry the painful memories I didn't have a chance to release. Because at those young ages, I didn't have the chance to heal properly, I write this anthology not only to express myself. I write it to show others what life can be, and to those who have gone through something similar, I'm writing because I want you to really see. See that you're not alone. The past is a big part of our lives. However, we can't let a dreadful past define who we will be later on in life. I have always said, and I always will: The past is the past; that's where it should stay. I only live for a better future, and not for today. Thank you @seasofme for the brilliant idea :)

Read and the decision is yours....This isn't a work of mine instead, it's the one of my deep thoughts and my broken heart Hope you'll enjoy I dedicate this book to my missed bestfriend; who left this world of ours

Immerse yourself in poems where forgotten feelings have their own words, where the heartbroken lover faces these four stages of life : grief, loveache, addiction, and among them, find out how to reach healing time, to accept and understand.

Where often told in our life by our parents, teachers and motivational speakers that life is what we make it and if we have the will and courage to make something happen we can do it.But I'm a concept of helplessness as a scenario with no hope or possibility to change.

une histoire improbable oú pour une fois drogue et amour se côtoient. une histoire terminée mais qui 15 ans plus tard n'arrive pas à se faire souvenir

Don't judge me too harshly, we all just want to be loved.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘, 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜.