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/ˈrem-nənt/ (n.) the part of something that is left when the other parts are gone Synonyms: balance, leavings, leftovers, odds and ends, remains, remainder, residue, residuum, rest +++++++ NOTE: This isn't about rainbows and unicorns. No silver lining amid the storm. This is heartbreak and madness intertwined. Proceed at your own risk. You've been warned. © 2016 Maria.

Poetry

[My Spoken Poetry Collection] English/Tagalog vote and comment:>

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Compilation of My Poetry Weekly Thoughts Folklore & Myths Romance Emotions Collaboration Tales Cinderella Alice in Wonderland Trigger Warning : Some are mention of Death , Depression etc

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I've been keeping things which could remind me of you. The petals from the bouquet of jasmine you gave on our first date, your favorite flannel's button, the unused movie tix, the unsaid words, the pain you've inflicted. I've been keeping them hidden behind lifeless words.

Where there is coffee, there is poetry. And there are you. #83 IN POETRY | 4 October 2017 Started: 3 September, 2017 Ended: Jan 2018

ingredients to a beautiful disaster collection of words: a hum and melody a black and white and rainbowed thing no unicorns just sparkles from the universe a bit of everything a whole lot of you for you

A poetry collection.

she wrote those bittersweet words with a bleeding pen-that's how she created her own masterpiece

To the people who fell in love.... Whose heart enjoyed the promises that have been made Whose heart had hoped and ended with disappointment Whose heart was broken, hurt, and burnt... Cheers to all the hearts that still clings, Whose heart was Inked and Tainted... This is for you...

ABC's of Sunrise is an alphabet poem that captures the quiet magic of a new day - from the first golden rays that dry the morning fog to the vibrant life awakening in forests and fields. Written letter by letter, A to Z, this piece weaves together nature, hope, and gratitude into a gentle reminder to slow down, look up, and embrace the beauty that greets us each dawn. Whether you're an early riser or someone who needs a little nudge to appreciate life's simple wonders, this poem is for you.

The sea is a battlefield. In its wake it leaves words out of corpses of every version of ourselves that died in the war of living.

A collection of original poems, that solely talks about love, heartbreak, pain, and all the things that hurt. I simply write methapors, and I love writing about the sea. Repost are okay with credits. All I want is for my poems to reach you. And I write because muses exist. (( still editing this book bc the internet hates me )) -aira biñas ®2017