Myvoice Stories

he was born. and she was a whisper in his soul soft fierce and external.

Poetry

Sometimes I feel the urge to write. It might not be that good, but it is coming from my heart. Credits to my friend #abhishek, a major inspirer.

Hehe here you go

"My thoughts are stars I can't fathom into constellations." Highest ranking: #49 in Poetry (19.8.18)

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Yeah.. my voice!

I have died many times inside, So when I tell you loving you keeps me alive, I'm not telling you lies. Loving you gives me the hope that I need to survive. Did you know that Spending time with you, gives me a reason to get out of bed? A reason to want to grow and become a better me? When I tell you I don't want to be alone, it's not because I'm striving to gain your attention, but rather to feel you near and feel your love. What you don't know is that, loving you makes me forgot about how much I hate myself. Loving you is putting all my love I could never give myself and putting it to good use. Your love is a reminder to me, that if someone can love a dying soul in that way; if someone can hold them and tell them they are worth something, that they deserve to be loved. That right there gives me a reason to breathe again, because unfortunately, self love doesn't always come first. Love cannot heal me but it can guide me through the bitter nights. It can help me see how beautiful and strong I am, even more than I realize. When I tell you please don't leave it's because I am scared of a world without you in it! But loving you teaches me how to love myself.

"The thoughts of a child with lack of love from their mother."

Stay informed about things other people go through everyday. Hope you learn from this -vdhfirf

the title literally says it all-

a Collection of Poems, That Originates From my Inner Self. Read as you may read the other poems out there in the World. May my voice 'haply lend thee ease'

Poem

Harper's quiet. Very quiet. But she hates it. She wants to be heard. This is her being heard.

LET'S TALK. I KNOW YOU HAVE PROBLEMS. I AM OBSERVING WHERE THE WORLD'S HEADING. LET'S NOT HIDE THE REALITY RATHER START DISCUSSING ABOUT IT.

❝Writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whereas one's own pleasure is shared.❞ Hello everyone, Jiya here. I hope you find some joy in my poems and that they resonate with you in some way. I'm aware that they may not be perfect, but I'm sharing them with you in the hopes that you'll appreciate and enjoy them. Please overlook any grammatical errors, as English is not my first language. DISCLAIMER: THE CONTENT AHEAD IS MY CREATION, AND THE COVER PHOTO BELONGS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER....