histórias de Poetryfrompain

poems i found in tik tok comments :) ⚠️ i do not take credit for any of these!! ⚠️

in which she writes poems to show others they're not alone. all rights reserved 2016 LeiLani N. [Cover by @lets-defeat-the-huns] {Highest ranking: #21//poetry}

//i live like the uphills are mountains and the downhills are cliffs// rants in the form of poetry [mostly written while in a manic state, so some are confusing]

"Maybe the purpose of life, Isn't a definite aim, But, to stumble upon a place, That numbs your pain" ✒Copyrights © 2017 to @LittleMissSunshinine of Wattpad. ✒*Highest rank - 10 in poetry on 6/6/17. * First Place Winner of the Writing Contest For All and Third place winner of The Season Awards. ✒Trigger alert: Self harm, suicide, heartache, depression, etc. But in no way do I support any of those, they are mentioned solely to spread awareness and help those suffering to feel understood.

Sometimes I can only recall encrypted fragments of my hollow life and sometimes the present memories become nothing but scatter puzzles with a missing part I may never find. -Updates whenever my soul comes back- 04/03/2017 #688 in Poetry

Could you do it ? The damage, reverse. Could you see through All the lies that hold my world? Could you not despise me, For all the demerits I got ? Could you stay long enough, And not become weary of me ? Could you care just enough, To be there when I need ? Could you be my arm of comfort ? Could you caress me enough To put back the pieces together ? Could you heal me, With your touch of gold ? ---- anagram/ˈanəɡram/ noun a word, phrase, or name formed by rearranging the letters of another. ---- Book One of the Anagram series. ---- Cover by: @thefloatingcookie

My soul is broken and poetry heals me. [ © -bruisedmemories 2017 ]

The story of a pair of eyes and a wild heart, words with rhythm, but no beat. I hope these words give you the solace I wanted, but found too late. -muffliato- ©

An antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]

"How do we define ourselves?" A short poetry about how common heartbreaks are felt and how we bear them in our hearts. Copyright © 2016 Aweary ~✧~ Started: 20/4/2016 Ended: -

The Meantime: n. the moment of realization that your quintessential future self isn't ever going to show up, which forces the role to fall upon the understudy, the gawky kid for whom nothing is easy, who spent years mouthing their lines in the wings before being shoved into the glare of your life, which is already well into its second act. (via The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows) An ongoing collection of poetry from what I feel is a pivotal moment of my life. A lot of these are inspired by music.

'Til death, I do art. I am sick to my soul With a sickness called Thought. A collection of Poems that help cure my sickness. Written by yours truly.🖤

Eunoia means beautiful thinking or a well mind. These poems are made by a girl with a broken mind, which makes the title of this book and the thoughts that have composed it, ironically beautiful. [complete] [copyright @ y u g e n 2017]

There were many things left unsaid.....

🤍{You don't know me and I don't know you}🤍but I know the nights you cried yourself to sleep I know the times you thought you weren't deserving of happiness I know the times you felt nothing at all Poetry is art its the words we can never say the feelings we can't express its more then words on paper its infinite

writings that are full of delusions... full of twist... full of emotions... Dark and indeed in need of deeper understanding... Please read in full to fully understand my POETRY STORY.... Also inserted are my old poems... All Rights Reserved ** Mysterious Aries** Comment or Vote pls...

An emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space? So it's done, more original art to be added to its pages, I hope everyone enjoyed the ride. May 2017 #166 June 2017 #133

You'll be crossing the galaxy for the moon And to meet your better self soon Courage that makes people burn Yet you're a fire that flares who never turn -Ysaleyi #1-Poetryfrompain #1-Lovinghurts #1-Unreciprocated #1-Painfulpoetry

Poem that I wrote about my crush Vincent. Because when I couldn't tell how I felt about him, I put my feelings into poetry. (This poem is part of a poetry collection called "Four Years". If you want to check the rest of the story, please check my profile).