Angstpoetry storie

Gray here!! Was feeling tired so I wrote this. Follow the inspiration ig. Anyway this one is a lot more traditional but I really like it. Also yes, I mean in full seriousness when I say "I pray to Hypnos to sleep through the night", I actually do pray to him and a few other gods. Happy (or not bc a n g s t) reading!! ||TWs: Depression (not outright said but fairly obvious), suicidal thoughts||

Gray here :]! Been feeling like shit again, relapsed because of a damn cake, had to try a different outlet. Sorry I don't post much, I'm trying. This feels more like poetry than my usual stuff, so that's nice. || TWs: Relapse (not graphic), depression, drowning (not literally but mentioned)|| Happy (or not oof your'e reading this much angst) reading!! You're not alone. GO DRINK WATER NOW >:)

This is a collection of things that linger. hunger. love that turns inward. the quiet violence of keeping. All are original works by me c: New poem out every Wednesday.

What happens when love isn't built on promises, but on pain? When worship isn't whispered, but screamed? This is a dark romance poem that delves into the terrifying, intoxicating depths of obsessive love. It explores a bond forged not in light, but in shadow; a devotion expressed not with tenderness, but with a terrifying and deliberate artistry. It's a chilling narrative of a captor who sees his beloved not as a victim, but as a cathedral-a sacred space to be claimed, tested, and revered through ruin. Her screams are just the first verse of their twisted hymn. The last sound you'll ever make is the wet pop of your jaw dislocating around my fist. And then? Then we can finally really begin. --- ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This poem contains extremely graphic, disturbing, and violent content. It explores themes of torture, obsession, and psychological horror. Recommended for mature audiences only. Please read at your own discretion. ⚠️ --- #DarkRomance #TwistedLove #Poetry #HorrorRomance #Obsession #DarkPoetry #Captor #Captive #PsychologicalHorror #WattpadPoets

Gray here!!! If you're my ex who this applies to, stop reading, get off my accounts, and out of my life. If you're not my ex, have fun. This is a really personal one obviously. ||TWs: Breakup, depression, toxic? relationship, talking someone out of suicide|| Happy (or not if you're reading under the angst tag) reading!!

A collection of all my woes and ruminations in poetry form

"Perfectly Fine." is a collection of raw, unfiltered poems about teens who look okay on the outside but are unraveling on the inside. It speaks for the kids who pass in hallways unnoticed, who joke too loud, smile too easily, and carry scars-fresh and faded-beneath their sleeves. These poems confront abuse, addiction, silence, anger, grief, identity, and survival without sugarcoating or glamorizing the pain. From the aching nostalgia of childhood lost and the fear of growing up too fast, to the secret battles behind a filtered smile, to the invisible pressure of fitting in, to the unspoken ways we ruin ourselves and each other-each piece is a different voice, a different truth. Teens hiding behind laughter, rebellion, and curated personas are given space to speak, to scream, to be seen. This collection exists to say what so many are forced to swallow: we are not okay, and pretending we are is killing us.

ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹poems that ive been writing recently. ◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ ˑ 》hope, longing, nostalgia, change, identity, death. 《 blood bled pure: nostalgia is the muse and dredging is the art i hold lost people like trinkets, and parade them in my heart. the past is the bullet, the future is the wound. i never leave the graveyard where we are are entombed. hope is the prognosis poetry is the cure i'll write these people out, until my blood bleeds pure.

Just a bunch of my poetry all mixed up together

Gray here!!! This one's about being disabled and depressed whilst desperately wanting to be a "normal" person. Been feeling bad about myself bc of this stuff so took it out here. ||TWs: Disability, self hate, seeing oneself as a "burden", depression|| Happy (or not) reading!!! TAKE A SEC TO BREATH! YOURE WORTH IT >:)

❝ ESCAPISM ISN'T FREEDOM. ❞ She drowns along with the haunting cries of his record player. Except the drowning she suffers from never stops, and like the record player, one can only find their self to listen. 2018 © importedbeverages STATUS : complete GENRE : poetry

I'm a new writer and I put a bunch of my poems into one story. they do not connect to each other.

You have to scream to be heard, but speak your mind and you have said too much. Some of these are really good, some completely suck. *Trigger Warnings:* Drugs, drug abuse, swearing, implied suicide, angst, depression, self harm

Gray here!! I DO NOT HURT PEOPLE THE THINGS I REFERENCE IS HURTING MYSELF (not sh) AND MY MOTHER HURTING ME AND MY SISTER, AND MT GRANDFATHER HURTING HER. Anyway this is a poem abt how anger runs in my family. Happy (or not so if you're in the mood to read this) reading :]!!! ||TW: Anger, abuse (hinted at), suicidal thoughts

Just poetry. If you want you can use it. Just give credits

'The Weight I Chose'* ₦15,700,000. That's what my brother's life costs. That's what I don't have. These are the pages I wrote between loan applications and prayers. Between "I would do anything" and "what if anything isn't enough?" For Ena. Always for Ena. *Poems from THE FAULT IS NOT IN OUR STARS* ©️ Copyright 2026 Chelsea Maya Victory Johnson ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Fragments of Ena They say poetry is what we write when we don't have words for the pain. So I wrote this. For the brother who might save me. For the destiny that might kill me. For the nights I wasn't sure which one would come first. *Fragments. Confessions. Goodbyes.* _From the world of THE FAULT IS NOT IN OUR STARS_ ©️ Copyright 2026 Chelsea Maya Victory Johnson ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.