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❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

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.

s t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in inconspicuous | 22 february 2019

❝all of this is horrible poetry or just words spat out on a page, i'm horrible at writing, but my heart aches to open its cage.❞ Letters. To those who care. Rhymes, poems and free verses. Frequent updates. [#71 on March 17th, 2018]

❛❛ 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 .ᐟ ❜❜ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 cherie publishes her silly poems because that's life, my dear. cover by the talented miss @ swannluvr !

This is created for Versification 2026. It will have both poem and flash fiction stories, hopefully for all 30 prompts. I will delete it, and move them to other books after the judging is over.

❛❛ To be known is to be devoured gently . . . ❜❜ A body of prose and poetry where longing, ruin, and divinity collide into one another. These pages trace the surrender of names, of selves, to forces both intimate and unknowable. This is a witness to becoming-through loss, through beauty, through the violence of being seen. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

Every heart holds a story, and every story leaves a weight behind. The Weight We Carry is a living collection - written in real time, in the middle of survival, burnout, healing, and trying again anyway. These poems come from the spaces between responsibilities: grocery aisles, late nights, applications, shifts, side hustles, and the quiet moments when everything finally catches up. This collection explores the ache of memory, the exhaustion of caring too much, the frustration of broken systems, and the complicated reality of choosing to help when it costs you something. There is grief here, and anger, and dark humor. There is healing, but it is not linear. Hope shows up when it can, but it doesn't pretend to fix everything. Through raw, unfiltered verses, The Weight We Carry holds space for the people who keep going without applause - the helpers, the burned out, the ones trying to build something better while still carrying their own survival on their backs. These poems are for anyone who has felt the weight of the world press down and kept moving anyway. Not because it was easy. But because stopping was never really an option.

ocean spirit - thousands of ocean fireflies glisten as waves crash like fallen stars | Featured on Wattpad's StoriesUndiscovered List | | 1st Place in the Oasis Awards | | 1st Place in the Vintage Awards | | 1st Place in the Allen's Awards | | 2nd Place in the Phoenix Queen's Awards | | 2nd Place in the Summer Zodiac Awards | | Aesthete Magazine Featured | | Participant of the Great Beginnings Awards | | No capitalization and punctuation intended |

Poems of no same category, each telling a different story. Pick one random, and you might just find yourself in tandem, with my thoughts. I hope you like them lots, -Emaline5

Textiles is a collection of the tangible--threads you can hold and turn in your hand. It explores gothic betrayal, dignity, history, and the ache found within uncovering truths. These objects carry beauty, but within their hidden seams lies the heart of this series.

A poetry book covering topics like mental health, daily life, spirituality, lgbtq identities and the typical experiences of a teenager. The last sections or "dictionary poetry" are a collection in which the poems are inspired by words from the dictionary. I wrote this book during a time of trying to explore different viewpoints and life in general. I choose the title "the colors of spring and winter" because at this time in my life I felt like I was not able to commit to things, and this title represents sticking to something I feel proud of.

shed thoughts, shitty metaphors.

"this red thread woven in the vulnerable. | are we dull and palpable like you sought? | such impressible hearts that seek | another joyful memory | but let's just pretend, | that the conclusion is miles away. | swan songs and tidings, | are not what the world invites | but this heart yearns for so | and for a moment | the light shone and all bask in it | even beneath this raw flesh." song inspo: no choir by Florence & The Machine. It's seen 3 years and I am so excited to bring you another around of my short but interesting poetry. and I'm so happy. As usual feel free to Interpret these poems however. While listing to the inspiration songs and I'll make a full playlist of all songs this time. cover by me.

a penny for a thought? checked off the ballot. go on with your boat in this river overwrought. ©All Rights Reserved aloeverasie © Cover aloeversie © Photograph aloverasie © Poems

කියාගන්න බැරි සිතෙහි සිර වූ හැඟීම් ගොන්නක් වචන කිරීමට..... එක් වන්න " නිසඳැස් " සමඟ 🫀💔

Bottle Full Of Words is a collection of heartfelt verses, echoing the complexities and beauty of life, in all its fragility and strength. Poetry unveils the depths of human nature, love, loss, hope, and challenges. These poems explore universal themes to impact readers to reflect on their own stories.

"Sitting alone on a bench, near him a tree, His wrinkled hands held a letter as he quietly read, The moon beneath him sees, In his somber motion, his eyes bleed." Simple short free verse poem inspired by my great-grandfather and my great-grandfather's friend back in the 2000s before his friend passed. They used to be close companions before they parted in their own ways and paths. I never got to meet both of them honestly, I wasn't even born yet at the time so this is based on what I know thanks to my aunt Katia.

The Poet of Cruelty is a collection of poetic works that explore the hidden emotional weight inside everyday moments. It reveals how ordinary experiences can hold both joy and pain at the same time, often within the same breath. Through vivid imagery and reflective free verse, the book captures the beauty of small things-taste, memory, silence, and longing-while also uncovering the quiet sadness that comes when those moments begin to fade. It focuses on the fragile nature of happiness, the inevitability of endings, and the human tendency to keep searching even after fulfillment has passed. Each poem invites the reader to slow down and feel deeply, transforming simple experiences into emotional landscapes filled with wonder, reflection, and truth. At its core, The Poet of Cruelty is about what it means to feel fully alive in a world where nothing stays the same-and how even loss can leave behind something meaningful enough to remember.

Healing. Growth. Becoming. A collection of words for the version of you that refuses to give up.