Expression Stories

Ranked #2 on short poems ❝ Short poems chosen from the colorful canvas of my mind, and the deepest bottom of my heart.❞ • All rights reserved. Copyright © 2019 | →

she never saw me how i saw myself until i sat her down . all it took was a conversation and a day in my body . not only did she learn to know me but also to love correctly . my experiences became her character development . since then , myself according to her became the real version of who i am .

as one grows up one tends to forget how one felt a couple years ago I am the same amount of a novelist as I am a poet between my lines I captured my emotional growth and the battle cry that I am back from the dead

My poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)

Midnight- eyes closed as every breath pulls in the rhythm of the night. Peace. Silence..and a collection of memories are replayed as the time for vulnerability arrives.. Welcome to the renewed, beautified and raw collection of what was, is or could have been moments that are played the most through midnight dreams.

A poem for the lonely.

Welcome to Part 2 of my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and shown. It's really just my digital journal where I place whatever I want and hope that it works out.

The Wattpad project is just a fun experiment. It's a way to deal with the pressures and challenges of everyday life and I want to see how many are willing to get involved. Are you up to the challenge?

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.

Just a book of poems I write while I feel a very strong emotion and need to get it out.

My insides out, expressing myself through poetry.

Heart-felt poetry.

First time I did LSD I got inside myself and just felt. I just wanna let it out. I ramble and just entertain the different thought with rhyme and little reason, but isn't overthinking about the truth still fact?

A few spoken words. #Saskia #Desiree A collection of hidden words waiting to be let out - the alter ego type. Enjoy :)

Here's a little something. To feel. To grasp. To clutch. And when it's time. To let go.

Just a random though that came to my mind one day.. Enjoy (:

A collection of my poems that are most likely (definitely) made in the dead of night. Xx enjoy. (also, please don't take my poems/random entries, they are my emotions and thoughts that are mine to share <3)

Free poetry

This is a collection of poems I have written over a period of two or so years. This will never be a complete book just to let you all know. The poems within this collection will vary greatly in terms of themes and occasionally style. So sit back, get comfy, and enjoy! Update schedule is entirely random.

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