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'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.🖤

⁀➷ Des mots écrits dans le silence, des cris que personne n'entend. Pourtant, quelque part entre l'ombre et la lumière, une âme parle encore. ✧ ⁀➷⁀➷⁀➷⁀➷ ⁀➷ Words written in silence, cries no one hears. Yet, somewhere between the shadow and the light, a soul still speaks. ✧ 👻🖋️ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Dans ce recueil, GhostInk ouvre les portes de son âme, entre ombre et lumière. Chaque texte est un cri silencieux, une pensée perdue, un moment de solitude ou d'espoir fragile. C'est un voyage à travers la douleur, la nostalgie et la découverte d'une lumière inattendue. Pour ceux qui lisent avec le cœur, ces mots murmurent ce que personne n'ose dire à voix haute. ⁀➷⁀➷⁀➷⁀➷ In this collection, GhostInk opens the doors to her soul, between shadow and light. Each text is a silent cry, a lost thought, a moment of solitude or fragile hope. It is a journey through pain, nostalgia, and the discovery of an unexpected light. For those who read with their hearts, these words whisper what no one dares to say aloud. 👻🖋️

This book is a collection of everything I felt when I had no one to say it to. It's about waiting...for healing, for clarity, for peace. It's about learning to love myself, even when I didn't want to be seen. It's about misery, loathing, moments of joy that slipped away too quickly, and the ones that stayed. There's failure in these pages. And success, too. Not the kind people clap for, no...but the quiet kind. The kind where you get out of bed when your chest is heavy. The kind where you write instead of breaking. These poems won't fix anything. But maybe they'll sit beside you. Maybe they'll remind you that feeling deeply is not weakness. Maybe they'll help you see yourself a little softer. I hope you find a path in here. I hope you feel me. Live with me. And most of all, I hope you learn to love yourself...gently, and for real.

This will be a collection of poetical works from the past; I wrote, forgot about, then found again. Sometimes pure chance causes us to stumble upon things from our personal histories, and when it does, and many of those things are still true, they become anthems to our life.

Nose and fingers/ Freeze away/ Warm glow of a fire/ Does nothing to keep the cold at bay/ It's merely an illusion,/ A memory of better times. ________________________ Nose and fingers/ Freeze away/ As the cold nips at them/ Run inside,/ Quickly now/ And stand by the fire. ______________________ There are two sides to every story,/ As you can very well see/ And while I can't see both sides,/ I can try, / And that's all that matters, to me.

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).

Highest rank: #10 in Poetry 04/20/17 I can't fathom how much your pictures lingering in my mind, then I found words to let out the feelings I always hide.

There were many things left unsaid.....

"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because despite what others may believe, there are simply times where the fight becomes too exhausting to continue on. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS.

oh, these lonely nights breed such ugly thoughts. → hr : 9PO © 2017 freyyyaa

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

here's to the girls who's fathers broke their hearts before anyone else could.

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).

my insecurities ruin every chance love had to bloom.

The soul wishes It vies for a world of Love, devoid of hatred, knowing full well that the wish may not come true. It wishes because it's the only thing it knows how to. And a soul's wish, a soul's voice Carries more power than the world is aware of. ★ Cover by @warwounds ★ Started on 13th August 2015 ★ Wattpad Featured : 2 October 2015 - ★ Highest Rank : #3 in Poetry on 4th November 2015 ★

"Someone has to be the dark, For someone else to be a stunning star, Because stars shine the brightest, Against the beautiful dark sky." ~ N.S. Mismatched words sewn together opens a portal straight to my heart. A collection of poetry and prose. Highest Rank: #82 on 20 Feb Amazing cover by: @leaving_forever

her train of thoughts that were secluded from the world and her boyfriend. [lowercase intended] [very, very short poems] [issue #1 of past year trilogy] [started: 22/7/2017] [end: ??/??/??] (reviewed by repulsify, in Majestic Awards account) ~~achievements~~ #225 in poetry #188 in asiansinlit #4 in poetryfrompain ©AJ 2017

In which tons of quotes, poems, and excerpts are made into a journal-alike-book. © ptrichor 2016

A poem about how our alter ego's get the better of us.