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A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind. "Sometimes the quietest night holds the loudest heartbreak." 'Am I Going Crazy?' is a poetic journey through love, late-night nostalgia, and the art of healing. These are words for the broken, the lovers, and the dreamers. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them, too.

Willisha's Poems

A collection of poems, writing, music-inspired thoughts, and late-night feelings poured straight from the heart. Some pieces are soft. Some are sad. Some are about love, healing, heartbreak, memories, and the words we never got to say. This is a little corner for emotions, honesty, and the kind of thoughts that come alive when the world gets quiet. ❤️

A poem about being remembered only as an image - cherished in a moment, forgotten in a life - and the painful realisation that the speaker was a fleeting memory for someone who was a lasting presence in their own world.

Fragments of Ena They say poetry is what we write when we don't have words for the pain. So I wrote this. For the brother who might save me. For the destiny that might kill me. For the nights I wasn't sure which one would come first. *Fragments. Confessions. Goodbyes.* _From the world of THE FAULT IS NOT IN OUR STARS_ ©️ Copyright 2026 Chelsea Maya Victory Johnson ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

Some words are read. Some words are felt. "𝑨 𝑮 𝑨 𝑹" is remembered. Long after the poem ends, it continues within the reader.

'The Weight I Chose'* ₦15,700,000. That's what my brother's life costs. That's what I don't have. These are the pages I wrote between loan applications and prayers. Between "I would do anything" and "what if anything isn't enough?" For Ena. Always for Ena. *Poems from THE FAULT IS NOT IN OUR STARS* ©️ Copyright 2026 Chelsea Maya Victory Johnson ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the prior written permission of the copyright owner, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

I just want a space to put my poems and have them together These are original works You can use them in but credit me

"PAIGHĀM-E-NIGĀH is the story of a message that never arrived... because it never needed to." It isn't about words left unsaid, but about a silence that revealed more than words ever could. It is the story of a gaze whose message never reached its destination, yet whose truth found its way into the heart that was already waiting for it. Sometimes, love isn't the courage to confess-it's the quiet certainty of understanding someone before they understand themselves."

A quiet collection of songs written for the feelings that never found a voice, left here for anyone who happens to find them.

Some love stories don't end with goodbye. They end with silence. "The Night I Stopped Writing for Her" is a dark, poetic journey through heartbreak, memory, and the quiet death of a love that refused to let go. It's about the nights spent writing letters that were never read, mourning a future that never arrived, and finally laying those words to rest. This isn't a story about forgetting someone. It's about surviving the version of yourself that loved them. For everyone who has ever loved in silence and learned that some goodbyes echo forever. 053sadboy

These are words I put together and call poems. It turned out to be me going progressively insane. probably gonna delete this some day because I'll post those that I consider less cringy and pretty ones somewhere else. but, hey! we're on wattpad and yeah there's a lot of cringe stuff around here so, yeah I'll be free to write and post anything and regret it later (ofc sometimes I think about it) (ーωー) Anyway, If you're reading this here or somewhere else and you're just as insane as I am, i hope you enjoy (^ー^) gbye ☕️ RANKINGS ⭐️: #1- ita #1- italiano #2 - idontknowanymore #2- ilovedyou #3- originalpoetry

some feelings are too heavy for conversation and too beautiful to remain unspoken. whispers between verses is a growing collection of poems exploring love, loss, hope, longing, fear and the quiet moments in between. Every poem is a piece of a different story. Welcome to my mind. -Versosa

Idk bruh... this started as a random thought and somehow turned into this. 😂✍🏻

What if the colour the world fears is the one that completes it? Black! The Missing Spectrum of the World is a symbolic poem that explores rejection, truth, identity, prejudice, and the irony of a world that searches for light while abandoning what makes it whole. Read with an open mind. Every line has a meaning beyond the surface. -Rofhan ✍🏿

Some mornings aren't new beginnings-they're unfinished endings. "So Today I Woke..." is a haunting poem about waking up with a heart still trapped in yesterday. It explores loneliness, silent battles, and the weight of memories that refuse to let go. Written in the signature dark, emotional style of 053SADBOY, this piece is for anyone who has ever smiled while quietly falling apart.

A book of my original poems that I would like feedback on.

If you find a piece of yourself in these words, I hope it brings you comfort, or at least reminds you that you're not alone.

I'm actually kinda proud of these

'Life is C before D, after B' Jean-Paul Sartre, French philosopher and novelist. A collection of poems Written by Theodred V