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unfinished. Most nights I cant sleep so i write my thoughts down. I try to make edits but most of the time I publish it immediately after writing it at 3 am

'From my Heart's Attic' is a collection of poems. This book was born from the whispers of my heart. Each poem carries pieces of love, guilt, healing, and hope. From my attic of thoughts to your hands; I hope you find a part of yourself here. Copyright Reserved

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

Thoughts. Words. Feelings. All of these are things we experience on a daily basis. Of course, it varies from person to person; how many thoughts we have, how deeply we feel, how we use our words. This is but my experience, shared with the world. My thoughts voiced for my own peace of mind. My words spoken for all to hear. My feelings bared, heart on my sleeve. The darkness within us all sometimes intimidates us, and we can all but hide inside closets where our masks and skeletons dance.

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. 💌

I created this collection of poetry to eventually publish them, if I could in the future. These poems are created by me. small excerpt from one of the poems "She was never the problem child. They assumed she would do great in life." - The Middle Child Do not steal them or feed them into AI. These were not AI generated, I thought of them myself.

Imagination and poetry have the perfect combination . Sometimes memories and fantasy are divine and peaceful as poetry. So let's start a journey of my little secret, feelings , memories and fantasies

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Poetry Collection // Upon the Stars We See is a deeply personal and politically charged chapbook that weaves together haiku, prose poems, and spoken word to explore the intersections of Indigenous identity, environmental grief, and the quiet violence of modern existence. Through minimalism and lyrical force, it constructs a celestial mirror-reflecting not only the realities of colonization and capitalism, but also the resilience, memory, and inherited strength of those who live through them.

In a short collection of poetry, each page captures the silent battles and hidden struggles that many face, inviting readers into the depths of despair while illuminating the flickers of hope that can emerge from darkness. Content warning: This book includes mentions of depression, anxiety, and suicide. Some passages may be upsetting or triggering. If you are struggling or having thoughts of self-harm, please reach out to a trusted friend, family member, or a trained professional. This is an original work by Quartztears. Please do not copy, repost, or claim this story as your own. © 2026 Quartztears

I wandered among the resting and found beauty where sorrow grows.

poems inspired by Stray Kids songs

A poem where the poet's thought is written before their verse, the poem. This book wanders through the thoughts of the poet, and the poems that came from those thoughts. So let yourself wander in the poet's wandering, and see whether you both share the same wandering.

There might be two versions of this story. This version is the more revised version. The title basically says it all. This is my collection of some the poems I've written as a way to express myself and my stories. Keep in mind that some poems aren't as good as others.

I feel everything more than I admit.

Through snow I move, but with you the world becomes an ocean to surf together.

These poems live in the space between breathing and being alive-about loneliness, endurance, and the ache to finally feel free enough to live.

if you want me to write something I do request just lmk:]* Wildflowers Over the Tall Field of Grass is a collection of poems, thoughts, and emotions that weave together in different shapes and forms. It's about beauty growing over what already exists - delicate feelings layered across wide, open fields. new poems weekly. The title is one of my favorite metaphors I've ever written. It can be interpreted in many ways: strength and softness, contrast and coexistence, what stands out and what quietly holds everything together. Take in every word slowly. Let it mean whatever it needs to mean to you. Happy reading. 🌾

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.