Milkandhoney Geschichten

one of the deepest poetry you can ever find; read between the lines, connect yourself to your authenticity. these short poems will let you feel the feelings you've hidden; the ones you didn't even know you had. if you don't understand it, read it again. there is more to life than what you see. life is what you feel. - daily poems -

poem collection that explains my past. its about love growth and self acceptance.

a book of poetry for broken souls

he's fairly certain that she can kill him-rip his heart right from his chest and make him breathless. he figures it wouldn't be a bad way to go. ➸ copyright 2018 by celestjal ➸ hr: #3 in poetry

"What are the birds and the bees?" I asked innocently. "Bees kiss flowers to pollinate them, and when a bird and a bee meet, the bee stings the bird and loses its stinger... Like when a boy and a girl meet, the-" "Why does the bee sting the bird if he always kisses flowers, though?" And thats when he realized he was teaching his young daughter that its normal for love to hurt. A poetry book about sexual abuse and assault. About abusive relationships. About trauma. About the healing.

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my last few years as a teenager was an actual rollercoaster ride

A book of Love, Trauma, Sadness, Sleepless Nights and intrusive Thoughts A book of my poems. (None of the images in this book are mine except the image on the title page)

religion.

Toska - noun /ˈtō-skə/ - Russian word roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause.

"I can't get these words out Though my thoughts are so loud My heart just wants to shout But my mind don't match my mouth"

poems based on a brown girl's life

Poems on all the delicate things. Porcelain. Flowers. Ourselves.

me attempting to be poetic

all of these excerpts from my mind might seem simple, but they aren't. they are jumbled, complicated, and sometimes confusing without context. this really is just a fancy more aesthetically pleasing stream of thoughts.

this is what happens when a notebook full of these crappy poems gets to be not enough.

honey. hon·ey \ ˈhə-nē \ noun; a. : a sweet viscid material elaborated out of the nectar of flowers in the honey sac of various bees b. : a sweet fluid resembling honey that is collected or elaborated by various insects Poems, all owned and written by me. :-)

Collection of short poetry about love, purpose, romance, depression, loss, faith, and life.

Poetry glued together from broken thoughts. This is my soul. My cries. My joy however brief it was. This is a testament of what I've overcome and defeated. Carpe diam brothers and sisters...