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A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

A collection of raw poetry from the quiet places people rarely speak about. Inside this chamber live thoughts about pain, silence, love, anger, and the emotions we hide from the world. Each poem is a key. Some unlock memories. Some unlock truth. And some might unlock a part of you that has been waiting to be heard. Welcome to the chamber.

After cancer, love may be the only disease capable of destroying a person completely. Cancer may welcome you with the quiet gift of death, but love is cruel in another way-it never lets you die. Instead, it tears your heart into a million fragile pieces. The more deeply you love, the more silently your heart bleeds. The harder you try to push it away, the stronger it pulls you back into its gravity. And if that love is one-sided, it becomes a strange place where heaven and hell exist together- where you feel the warmth of hope and the burning of pain at the very same moment. Love does not end you. It simply leaves you alive enough to feel everything.

Where's the truth? Oh, where's the truth? Buried under tongue and tooth.

The mold in the corners-it has learned my name. It breathes when I breathe, it thinks I'm the same.

. Started : March 12, 2026 Ended: - © @whimsicalbbydoll

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ :- ɪɴᴋ & ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ... ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:- ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ... ɪɴᴋ & ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ 21-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴏʏ ꜱɪᴛꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ʙᴜʀɴᴛ-ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛ. ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ... ᴡᴇʟʟ... ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʀᴇ... ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ... ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ... ʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ... ɪɴ ɪɴᴋ... ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ... ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ...

These poems and entries are my way of releasing those emotions out of me. Emotions I go through, and I know that people could relate to me so I'm deciding to publish them for anyone who wants a personal reading that could even help you. So this is me, Grace Crilly.

This piece comes from a place I can't always put into words. Grief isn't the same every day... but today was heavier. For anyone who has ever wanted just one more moment, one more conversation, one more call. 🖤

Do you realized what you've done By giving her the gun Don't think for one second that she isn't smart Because she is And knows all about the art So don't think for one second she isn't smart All through Heavens life she has faced challenges But when she learns she can she get through anything. Understanding Heaven, LET'S LEARM HOW TO BREAK FREE

a girl is a portal. dec 2024.

Well...The title tells it all so... enjoy * update on Thursdays*

Divorce is never easy, but divorce in the fever pitch of a worldwide pandemic? That's a recipe for either profound personal growth or absolute spiritual annihilation. Marriage Graduation at the End of the World is a reflection on self-acceptance and rebirth in the midst of the worst social, economic, and political conditions the world has seen in decades. Published bi-weekly on Tuesday and Friday.

Songs with no voice or melody, only feelings and meanings . Read these lyrics and hear my journey in life and love .

Not all kisses heal. Some teach you how to survive.

idiots don't like it when you speak in metaphors because they can't open up their minds to understand

This is a collection of all my poems, written with the intention to touch and address struggles with mental health, culture shock, social injustices, and day to day struggles I or my characters have encountered as people of color in a society where we continue to be minorities. The poems also touch on my Nigerian heritage, using certain words in Nigerian languages and general exposure to my culture.

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A quiet entrance can be the most dangerous one. In a place where noise hides truth and everyone pretends not to see what stands in plain sight, one person walks in silently and begins to observe. Not with anger. Not with revenge. But with eyes open and spirit awake. What begins as a simple presence slowly turns into something much larger, as hidden tensions, whispered conversations, and ignored problems begin to surface. This cinematic chapter-poem follows the journey of someone who entered a storm they didn't create, yet somehow became the mirror that forced everything into the light. Every moment is a reflection on awareness, courage, faith, and the strange power of silence. Because sometimes the loudest change doesn't come from shouting. Sometimes it comes from the person who sees everything and refuses to pretend otherwise. Through observation, tension, revelation, and spiritual reflection, the story explores how truth moves through a room, how denial collapses when confronted with clarity, and how storms are sometimes necessary to clear the air. It is not a story of revenge. It is a story of awakening, accountability, and the quiet strength of someone who refuses to look away. With cinematic imagery and poetic intensity, this piece captures the feeling of walking into a place where something is deeply wrong, witnessing the cracks beneath the surface, and surviving the storm that follows when truth finally rises. At its core, it is also a spiritual reflection - gratitude for guidance through chaos, faith during conflict, and the belief that clarity arrives when it is meant to. Sometimes the storm is not sent to destroy. Sometimes it is sent to reveal. And sometimes the quietest person in the room is the one who sees the most.

'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.🖤