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This is how I found peace after being misunderstood. This is what happens when the noise goes away and I can hear my own voice again. These poems came from times when I wasn't sure of myself, when I had to learn to let go, and when I had to learn to believe in myself. They are about taking my time to heal, being careful with love, and finding strength in the quiet places. It's not about being broken. It's about what you need to do to rebuild myself when the world keeps telling me that I don't deserve to be who I am, Themes: healing, survival, false blame, emotional abuse, self-forgiveness, resilience, and rebirth.

This poem was born from grief. I started writing it after my grandma passed last year -- and because I've always loved Edgar Allan Poe's darkness and Emily Dickinson's way of cutting straight to the soul, I spent over a year quietly studying both of them and writing this. For the longest time this piece stayed hidden in a notes app, something I wasn't sure I'd ever share. I posted it this morning only on Tumblr at first because it felt safe -- like the kind of corner where grief can sit beside you without needing to be polished or perfect. But I decided to put it on Wattpad too. Because grief isn't something only a few of us carry. It's something almost everyone brushes up against at some point, and it felt right to share it with both sides of my little world. If even one person finds comfort in it, then letting it breathe in both spaces was worth it. I hope this poem reaches anyone who's moving through loss -- or has carried it for a long time. If you read my story I'm Lost Without You on Wattpad, you know how deeply my grandmother shaped me. Losing her has been one of the hardest parts of my life... and in the last year, I've also lost both of my remaining grandparents. One by one, a year apart, until there were none left. With my grandfather's wake coming up this weekend, it feels right to finally share this. Maybe it finds someone who needs it. Maybe it reminds you that you're not alone in what you're feeling. If this sits with you -- even quietly, even painfully -- I hope it also offers a little warmth. Like a candle after the flame

Rants turned poems about random events in my life, or random thoughts and rhymes I thought about when I'm supposed to be doing something else- Updates randomly.

These are my poems. I don't expect many to read them- just hoping one person feels understood. These are the poems I write when I need to make sense of myself. There are no cliffhangers, just truths, soft, sharp, broken, rebuilding. If you see yourself in any of them, then you're exactly where you're meant to be. TW: themes of emotional pain, numbness, grief, and healing. Nothing graphic. I update whenever inspiration hits.

A poetry/journal book for me so I can get my feelings onto somewhere and not drown in them :D TW: implied suicidal thoughts, body dysmorphia, and possibly others (you've been warned) Don't let other opinions alter your reality ;) Published: Jul 28, 2024 500 reads ~ Oct 11, 2024 1k reads ~ Dec 11, 2024

Some meetings are not accidents. They are gravity. This is a three-part love letter to the one who feels like a memory inherited from the stars, a quiet hope for a conversation that has already, in every way that matters, begun. From the forthcoming collection, Luyando.

Poems that i create when i'm angry basically what i feel inside oh well enjoy i guess... These poems have dark themes so be careful.

Random thoughts of everything that happened in my life.

there's a lot of things i've had time to think about now that i'm homeschooled. there's a lot i've broken and there's a lot i cannot fix but i do know that i'll be able to get better eventually and that's what i look forward to since i cannot change the way people view me. i write things i could never say aloud because i know it wouldn't change a thing.

Willisha's Poems

just a lil poetry collection <3. i haven't been writing poetry for very long, so they might not be very good (any advice or pointers are welcome). most of these poems are just glorified pillow thoughts, written in the in-between space of half-sleeping half-spiraling, and they truly are just a quiet ache that has found its way onto paper. hope u enjoy, xoxo.

A book full of poems I have written about anything and everything I can think of writing about. There is no set genre it can be about something as insignificant as a bridge to something as relatable as heartbreak. Hope you enjoy

a collection of poetry.. written by me.

Hope you like this one. Be sure to check out some of my others and follow for more maybe even check out my youtube x Have a good day

Love in the void

Here are AI translations of my poems into English. Please forgive me for this liberty. Though I don't yet know the language well enough, I want to share my thoughts and feelings with every soul in this world.

// my poetry or ramblings or dreams or who knows but enjoy //

An original poem about noticing the small things.

"And everything under the sun is in tune But the sun is eclipsed by the moon" Eclipse, Roger Waters pt. 2 to Thoughts Of A Dying (person?) Triggers for self harm, anxiety and all that fun stuff sept-dec 2017 HIGHEST #293 in Poetry 29/11/17 #847 in Poetry 2/10/17 #738 in Poetry 3/10/17 #669 in Poetry 3/11/17