Confessional Stories

Original poems under 50 words. All work within are my original creations. I'll try to keep this clean.

dedicated to the one that sits in the dark as a getaway. written in my teenage years, kiss my cuts captures adolescence in its rawest form. first loves, self-destruction, longing, anger, and the ache of wanting to be understood before understanding yourself.

an anthology that displays some of my deepest emotions and transformative phases

Born under a curse, she lives with guilt, longing, and a fragile hope for love-knowing some destinies can never be undone.

The prison that is my skull.

What choice would Eli make?

I've always wanted to write a book. Not just a book, but this book - a collection of words, moments, and feelings that have lived inside me for longer than I can remember. Poetry has always been my way of turning what's too big, too messy, or too quiet to say aloud into something that can exist on a page. This book is my attempt to capture the raw, the intimate, the fleeting, and the permanent all at once. Each poem is a small piece of me, a thought, a memory, a feeling that I couldn't keep to myself. Writing them has been as much a journey for me as I hope reading them will be for you. I hope you enjoy my poetry as much as I enjoy writing it. I hope it lingers, surprises you, unsettles you, or comforts you - sometimes all at once. And most of all, I hope it reminds you that even in our most private moments, we are never truly alone. Emma Angelique Patinios

This is a book of poetry I started writing about a year ago, I've written poetry since I was 14 (53 now) but this is all new material unique to this title. The title is meant to be slightly ironic, despite the fact that a few poems that directly deal with the alienation that the title promotes, I have some sentimental poems about my daughters, wife, sister, mother and the memory of my dad. I have some that might be a little humorous as well.

rhyming poem I did that are full of pop culture lyrical allusions

A collection of poems centered around one family that is the utmost definition of disfuntional.

This is a fragment of the poem Im Nebel written by Hermann Hesse. I have found this translated version by clicking on the Link below https://www.poetryverse.com/foreign-poets/hermann-hesse-poems/in-the-mist

Cindersilk Embers is a poem caught between illusion and truth - a flicker of nightlife, longing, and the ache of charm that fades too fast. From golden coins to empty bottles, from whispered warnings to silent mornings, this piece explores the blurry line between connection and collapse. If you've ever stayed too long in a moment that was already gone, if you've ever loved something that felt like a lie but still glittered - this poem is for you. A raw, surreal reflection. A song of shadows. A memory you can't quite place but still feel.

Disclaimer: I wanted these thoughts to be poems. Critics will says it is just another compilation of shit about love. And they will ask: What is different about my love that people would like to know about it? Well there is nothing special about it. Because I am human like everybody else. I hurt like everybody else. And I don't want to think anything anymore. I am hurting, that's all. These are my thoughts and it does not need to be art. I wanted to express myself in the most artistic way I could. But this is the best I could pull off. I would like to hear your thoughts too. Nice to meet you.

****TRIGGER WARNING**** ****SPEAKS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE**** I want to preface this one just by saying that these are going to be a little bit more in depth to some potentially triggering situations, including but not limited to Domestic Violence, toxic relationships, the trauma that comes from this sort of abuse. If these situations are triggering to you, please turn away now and don't read. Although some are on the softer side and don't go too into detail, others will. And the last thing I want is someone to be triggered by my writing. Thank you for taking the time to read this!

Um poema com o niilismo da vida como tema central. Capa: GOYA, Witches Flight.