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A collection of poems inspired by the words that swirled corybantically within my mind, though I could never quite say them aloud. I have always believed that, as a writer, I do not cry, but bleed on paper. These poems are traces of that bleeding-of love, grief, doubt, beauty and all that lingers in between. If these words resonate, then they have done what they were meant to do.

Its not finished, its progressing

just some poetries I wrote for a little TOUCHING MOMENTS *crack

I wanted someone to take an interest in me not as a pretty face but because I had something to say. I wanted my poetry to feel ugly. When I was a little girl, I was told, little girls should always act like a lady. I had to lose my voice just so I could be heard. Only after I was put in my place I could speak. If I spoken out of place, I was quickly put back in it with a slap or a shoved came to mean people had a right to do as they pleased to me. I remained silent and abused. Apologetics to only me. Then one day someone said "she never make a sound, no one never knows when she's around". It was then, I was given this voice . Loud and proud from something deep inside. I endured the pain of being heard. And now I like to roar. Each poem, I believe, tells a story.

Messy thoughts of mine formed into poetic sentences and strung into poems. (currently in the process of editing some of the poems!) cover credits: canva

she was the night. he was the lake there's was no light buh only a snake. we were the dark ...we were the stars blue as he was ...the story of us.

Penis Pe-nis (noun) read at your own risk sequel will be up soon, stay tuned

Poems are just poems Each of them have a home Could be somewhere in your heart I hope these works can play the part (all of these are by me and if they aren't they do have credit buy I don't think I'll have anyone's else poem in here!!)

🔅Name : Yellow Lights: Rotterdam 🔅 Writer : Rednight 🔅 Genre : Letters 🔅 Couple : - 🔅 Character : Agape, Gaia در لابه لای نور های زرد و طلایی، بین عطر شیرین رزهای هلندی، تنها دو شهروند بیدار بودند که در میان انبوهی از کاغذها برای هم، نامه می نوشتند. ------------- ‼️ - تمامی اسامی و شخصیت ها تخیلی بوده و هرگونه تشابه، تصادفی است! - تمامی حقوق مربوط به این داستان، متعلق به نویسنده است؛ هرگونه استفاده، ایده گرفتن، تغییر و یا نشر در کانال های تلگرام، روبیکا و سایر، ممنوع بوده و در صورت مشاهده، لطفا به نویسنده اطلاع دهید.

Poems about hope and love.

True love is deep , beyond skin and bone , It's a connection that's felt , not just shown.

In a place for runaways and misfit toys, A castle for reckless girls and troubled boys, I knew a lonesome lad with glassy eyes Who lost his life trying to touch the skies. sailing_saints ©️ 2018

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