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This poem was born from grief. I started writing it after my grandma passed last year -- and because I've always loved Edgar Allan Poe's darkness and Emily Dickinson's way of cutting straight to the soul, I spent over a year quietly studying both of them and writing this. For the longest time this piece stayed hidden in a notes app, something I wasn't sure I'd ever share. I posted it this morning only on Tumblr at first because it felt safe -- like the kind of corner where grief can sit beside you without needing to be polished or perfect. But I decided to put it on Wattpad too. Because grief isn't something only a few of us carry. It's something almost everyone brushes up against at some point, and it felt right to share it with both sides of my little world. If even one person finds comfort in it, then letting it breathe in both spaces was worth it. I hope this poem reaches anyone who's moving through loss -- or has carried it for a long time. If you read my story I'm Lost Without You on Wattpad, you know how deeply my grandmother shaped me. Losing her has been one of the hardest parts of my life... and in the last year, I've also lost both of my remaining grandparents. One by one, a year apart, until there were none left. With my grandfather's wake coming up this weekend, it feels right to finally share this. Maybe it finds someone who needs it. Maybe it reminds you that you're not alone in what you're feeling. If this sits with you -- even quietly, even painfully -- I hope it also offers a little warmth. Like a candle after the flame

Petals encompasses identity. How it isn't bound by labels but a collection of them. There are facets of ourselves people may never see. We reserve these layers for multitudes of reasons. We exist because we are. Take time to learn about yourself, turn every rock, deep dive, don't graze the surface. Learn, accept, BE.

Prequel to Barbed Wire Psalms Carousel of Destruction is a series of raw, confessional poems about the cycles we swear we're done with... until they pull us back in. Addiction. Relapse. Temptation. Memory. Survival. Every piece is a snapshot of the spin- the chaos, the crash, and the climb back out. These aren't pretty stories. They're the ones you feel in your ribs. - Left The Circle I - The Pullback II - Downward Spiral III https://www.patreon.com/posts/barbed-wire-144840033?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

A collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense. I will try my best to have new additions every week from my on-going-twisted-love-affair of writing poetry. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interrupt that my work has some actual capabilities of reaching out and affecting someone's day or even their own life. So, please, if you like the poetry that I've consciously poured my heart, soul and thoughts out, please, leave a comment, or vote for how much this piece or any other of my poetry has helped. If it has given you hope, acknowledgement, or just an awareness that someone, like me, knows exactly what you can go through first hand, let me see how much it affects you. Even the 'poet' needs some love shown. :) Copyright © 2015-2017 By T. A. Hinson All Rights Reserved All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. *Chart Achievements: Peak: #1 🏆 [mywords] Peak: #2 [WordArt] *New Peak Position: #3 TAHinson Peak: #10 [madman]

These are all the certain things most people left undeciphered or unsaid. These are all the conundrums that kept most of us asphyxiated in bed. These are all the befriended monsters we allowed to live inside our heads, These are everything we tried to consume when our hungry souls demanded to be fed. The poems written here are voices of the oppressed- Screams you've never heard from the silently distressed.

Some cycles don't break quietly. Some hit the ground at full speed. Downward Spiral is the third entry in the Carousel of Destruction series - a raw, unfiltered look at addiction, relapse, the lies we tell ourselves, and the moments when everything feels one step from collapse. This isn't a story about heroes. It's a story about survivors. About the wreckage we wake up in, the voices that drag us back, and the relentless pull of a past that never seems done with us. If you've ever felt the spin, the numbness, the "one more won't hurt," the crash that always follows- you'll feel this one in your bones. Welcome back to the ride. Hold on tight. The ground is coming fast.

They left, but their shadow remains. A story of holding on to love, even when it's slipping away. Loving someone means accepting the silence they leave behind-and being there, even when they don't ask you to.

A tale of contrast and completion-where black meets white, and love finds balance. Two souls-one in ink, one in color-finding harmony through love. A poetic dance of contrasts-where light meets shadow and love paints the perfect picture. In the quiet clash of black and white, they find the colors of love.

Alone but powerful, the poet's mind is replete with verses colourful. With sass they sashay, unbidden into the worlds they portray. Inked with finesse, they are a treasure to possess. Cover designed by the immensely talented @thatwomanlywoman321 :)

Leaving the drinkers was the first brutal step, not towards healing, not towards clarity, but toward staying alive long enough to have a chance. This is the opening piece of *Carousel of Destruction*, a prequel cycle to *Barbed Wire Psalms* about the gravity of addiction, the people who kept spinning, and the moment you stepped off the ride.

Sometime breaking up is not lost but a gain. [inspo] ]All too well (10 minutes version) by TAYLOR SWIFT Lost cause by BILLIE EILISH

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These are the verses written in quiet rooms and aching hours - a story told through petals that wilted, scars that stayed, and the ink that made sense of it all.

The Enigmatic Charmer

Why do you hide rose?

Forgiveness built on rubble. "From my ongoing collection, Barbed Wire Psalms." The image of growing up from the outside was just a little different from what others saw. "Family Facade" to follow. - from the collection Barbed Wire Psalms (Part 5 of 8) by Christopher Paul Putnam (CP²)