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A product of sleepless nights, tired eyes, and a weary heart. This collection holds poetry you won't just see and read, but feel and hear. Fervour, intense and passionate. by Famous T.

This story uncovers the hidden parts of the life of a teenage girl. It is not always sweet and marvelous as it might seem. In this 'diary', I will be writing about everyday struggles, thoughts and mental health. I am telling the story of Cara, a 17 year old high-school girl as she navigates life, learns to accept herself and learns how to live with what she inherited(mental illnes and addiction). This book both presents the 'outside'(parts others see) and the 'inside'(what is going on within) of life. PS: the book is written and narrated in a style that is inspired by Rue's narration in Euphoria - raw, objective The book has its fair share of event-telling parts and reflecting back to the past. TW: few mentions of self destructive behaviour, dark philosophy about life, addiction, mental illness and raw description of everyday struggles

Some conversations feed the mind. Others... feed the soul. When two strangers meet over coffee, what begins as a simple question about faith unfolds into something deeper- recognition. Not of faces, but of spirit. Guided by scripture, shaped by struggle, and carried by a rhythm only he can hear, this is the story of a man whose journey was not just lived... but orchestrated. Because sometimes, it's not the song that saves you. It's the beat that nourishes you.

There's battles that don't leave wounds and scars that aren't visible on the surface. How deep can you cut someone before they finally break?

I found my obituary online. It wasn't supposed to be there. Not with my name, my birthday, and that photo, the one I never wanted anyone to see. The date? Three weeks from now. No one else notices the warning staring back at me. But I can feel it, a cold weight settling in my chest. Each day, the world blurs around me. Memories I swear I lived slip through my fingers. People stop seeing me. I'm fading into nothing. Now, with every heartbeat counting down, I'm forced to chase the pieces of myself I lost, Before I vanish completely.

A birthday isn't always a celebration. Sometimes it's just proof that you survived another year. If your birthday doesn't feel special anymore, you'll understand this piece.

I have too many questions and too many feelings that I don't want anymore.

In a world addicted to noise, John is drowning in silence. After years lost to mental decay and drug-induced confusion, he wakes up inside the ruins of his own mind-his memories faded, his identity fractured. But as sobriety creeps in not with light, but with stillness, he begins a quiet, painful journey to rebuild. Through haunting reflections and philosophical questions, "The Ruins of His Mind" explores the fragile nature of memory, the search for truth, and the quiet strength it takes to rise from emptiness-not to find peace, but purpose. A raw, introspective story for anyone who's ever questioned the world-or themselves.

Told from God's own voice, God, Why Me? answers the question every suffering soul asks. From the girl silenced by shame, to the father abandoned by his children pain spares no one. This is not a story of hope, but a mirror of reality: suffering is universal, and no one is chosen everyone is marked.

A raw reflection on identity, masks we wear, and the fleeting nature of existence. Lines made of truth, life lived in lies - this piece dives into paradoxes, hidden scars, and the urgency to embrace who you truly are before time dissolves everything. A journey through starlit nights, unspoken emotions, and the quiet courage of becoming yourself.

Smoke - an ethereal metaphor for the drifting mind, fleeting control, and silent peace. This poem explores letting go through the imagery of smoke's journey, its greys, its dull embrace, and its final quietude

Letters which are dusty and forgotten from the void, with a history that speaks --- every letter that whispers moments and mysteries from the world of the endless.

"I Am The Devil." That's what they call me. The quiet boy in the corner who never laughs, never blinks first, and never forgives a lie. My eyes scare them, my silence unsettles them, and my honesty cuts too deep. I spend my days buried in books, dismantling the world one thought at a time, until she walks in - the girl who dares to look back at me without flinching. She's warmth, I'm frost. She's chaos, I'm control. And yet, she stays. But people like me don't get happy endings. I ruin everything I touch. And when love finds me, it doesn't save me, it shows me just how much destruction I can bring. This is not a story of redemption. This is the story of how I learned to live with being the villain of my own life.

In the silence after rebellion, she stands among the ruins she created-haunted by what she destroyed to survive. A reckoning with regret, memory, and the cost of freedom.

I feel as if I no longer have an "energy source" or "thrive" within me. As if I've been depleted of all PSYCHOLOGICAL life. All that's left is this PHYSICAL entity or mass of flesh and bone. My "soul" or "spirit" has vacated my body. I remember being energetic and vibrant, even witty, but now I seem blah and pathetic. I feel lethargic and weak almost to a crippled psychological state. I've lost Hope and now feel eager for the "END". I've almost completely abandoned my interest and now desire to simply just rest. Close my eyes, slip into my dreams, and finally rest. Though I have no reason to feel this tired, at least physically, must be a case of mental fatigue. Excuse me while I rest ©lyricalslouch

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He loved a girl who never really loved him. And I loved him... the way cactuses love- quietly, from a distance, with thorns hidden beneath soft petals. Ayansh thinks I'm just a friend. Just a sister. But I've been listening to every heartbreak, every tear he hides in silence. And while he keeps watering the wrong flower... I stay. 🌵 A story about one-sided love, quiet pain, and a girl who never asked to be chosen-only remembered. For the ones who love silently. For the ones who never get picked. This is your story. - Shruti

Was just feeling heavy one day so I wrote out a vivid moment from when I was 11 to lighten the feeling. I just want to put this out there for anyone who struggles to express emotions to show them writing can be a medium.

Welcome to my world of poetic expression. Here, you'll find a deep dive into the human soul - its grief, its laughter, its sorrow. Because poetry is what keeps us alive, let's keep writing again and again, to share this strange and beautiful experience we call life. P.S.: I'm French and not a native English speaker, so please forgive any small mistakes that might remain. Feel free to leave a comment or a vote - I'd love to read your work in return!

What happens when you forget yourself for a moment? They say if lies didn't exist, truth wouldn't be so precious. The dumbest thing I ever said was, "I can't wait to grow up, to be my own person." But I belonged to everyone-except myself. I'm nineteen now. Am I living life, or just surviving it? This time, I've given my life over to the little miracle I gave birth to. I write so I don't forget myself. I stay silent so that everyone hears me-just so I won't forget, even for a moment. This isn't just a book. This is a story. My story.