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A heart that has loved, lost, broken, healed - and still hopes. This is a collection of words I once hid inside my chest. Poems about love, ache, longing, healing, and everything in-between. If you feel too deeply, welcome home. 💌

This collection will be an ongoing project sharing the thoughts of a bipolar mind, following confessional prose poetry, existential reflection, and reflective stream-of-consciousness. It's a safe space for me to share my deepest thoughts with the world and attempt to capture both the highs and lows that come with a mind in flux. All of these words are my own, reflecting what I may be thinking on any given day. Some of the content may be offensive, crude, or even disturbing; it represents the raw, unfiltered reality of my experience, which, like any bipolar mind, is often challenging to control. Disclaimer: I am not a mental health professional, and this collection is intended solely as a personal expression. It is not meant to serve as medical advice or a substitute for professional guidance. Please read with care and seek qualified help for any personal mental health concerns.

Poetry Collection. Photo credit : @elizeohz

Another volume of 20-30 year old poetry Written and edited by me

I just wanted to make something that was honest and I hope that someone will perhaps be able to relate to something that I've written. dedicated to the ones who are broken. you can be fixed.

"A bold challenge to fake suitors: drop the act, show your heart. No games, no pretenses. A strong woman's anthem. Read "No Games, No Pretenses""

A collection of very short excerpts from poems that I am not sure I will every finish writing.

i write when i feel like to explode. Poem of Sandra is a deeply personal journey through raw emotions and silent battles, offering a voice to anyone who has ever felt unseen or unheard.

I still want to write something I love, so this is not the novel you and I love to read in wattpad infact it is just some weird type of poetry you can finish in less that hour. Thanks a lot for giving chance to this weird work and Feel free to comment and chat with me if you want to design your book cover in Canva, I will be more than happy to help you. Even if you want to add some strange poem in between your book. I would be more than willing to help and Before you read understand that this piece of work is edited by AI itself but not written by AI

Word of the Heart is a raw and intimate journey into the depths of emotion, vulnerability, and self-discovery. This collection of confessional poems unravels the complexities of love, heartbreak, resilience, and the unspoken truths that shape the human experience. Each poem serves as a mirror reflecting the triumphs and struggles of the heart, offering readers a chance to see themselves in the verses. Honest and unfiltered, this collection invites you to explore the beauty in pain, the strength in fragility, and the power of embracing your truth. Word of the Heart is not just a book; it's a conversation between souls-a testament to the courage it takes to put feelings into words.

Round 2 Qualifier The Ambys 2025 | The Melody of Memory: Poems Between Art and Nature What happens when memory becomes the bridge between artistic creation and the natural world? The Melody of Memory: Poems Between Art and Nature is a complete 30-poem collection born from National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), where each piece responds to prompts weaving together art and nature themes. This is a journey through the connections between what we create and the natural world that moves us. The Collection The opening poem, "Undomesticated Forms," introduces "biomorph"-organic, life-suggesting shapes in abstract art. Drawing from the CoBrA movement's resistance to capitalist art production, these poems explore how memory guides us through spaces where art meets nature. From the Getty Museum's Florentine Codex to the rhythms of rain and wind, the poems traverse where human artistry meets natural wonder. They remember. They celebrate. They connect. Thirty poems exploring: - Fluid boundaries between artistic expression and natural phenomena - Memory as connective tissue linking creativity to organic inspiration - Rhythm and melody in both art forms and natural cycles. A voice that: - Weaves thoughtful curiosity with organic, sensory experience - Employs contemplative first-person narration with measured free verse - Discovers unexpected melodies in cultural artefacts and natural phenomena. From "Whispers to Chronos" to "Melodies of Melancholy," each poem traces the melody of memory connecting artistic creation to natural wonder. The Melody of Memory takes these daily prompts and turns them into something deeper - a month-long conversation about how art and nature speak to each other, and how both become part of the stories we carry with us. Prompts by: NaPoWriMo.net

Some doors in a psych ward aren't meant to be opened- And some questions aren't meant to be asked out loud. This is the final piece of my eight-part collection, Barbed Wire Psalms- poems about survival, relapse, family lies, dark humor, and the places where grace finally catches up. Psalm VIII asks the last question: Who really gets to walk into your life-and who never earned the right?

scraps, free verses and little poems from my notes app that come to my mind on sleepless nights :)

Some cycles don't break quietly. Some hit the ground at full speed. Downward Spiral is the third entry in the Carousel of Destruction series - a raw, unfiltered look at addiction, relapse, the lies we tell ourselves, and the moments when everything feels one step from collapse. This isn't a story about heroes. It's a story about survivors. About the wreckage we wake up in, the voices that drag us back, and the relentless pull of a past that never seems done with us. If you've ever felt the spin, the numbness, the "one more won't hurt," the crash that always follows- you'll feel this one in your bones. Welcome back to the ride. Hold on tight. The ground is coming fast.

I decided to be a bit vulnerable today

This is how I found peace after being misunderstood. This is what happens when the noise goes away and I can hear my own voice again. These poems came from times when I wasn't sure of myself, when I had to learn to let go, and when I had to learn to believe in myself. They are about taking my time to heal, being careful with love, and finding strength in the quiet places. It's not about being broken. It's about what you need to do to rebuild myself when the world keeps telling me that I don't deserve to be who I am, Themes: healing, survival, false blame, emotional abuse, self-forgiveness, resilience, and rebirth.

a tree takes root out of the seeds that were sown as deep in the forest a new life is grown

Lust is the dollhouse I have flowered in; how can I overstay my welcome within the torso of my own toy? RIBBONS OF PRIVACY is a body of confessions. © 2023 cursivelun, all rights reserved.

•deep, in the suffocating thoughts of a clouded mind• ~a variation of poems I wrote in 2019 and some from 2020

A shadowy figure emerges from the literary world, their identity shrouded in mystery. This poem reveals a writer of immense talent, whose prolific work inspires both awe and resentment. Drenched in malicious gossip, they wield their pen like a weapon, crafting words that both enthrall and terrify. Discover the dark secrets behind their deadly notes.