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𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬-𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲. "𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅?" #1 in the mind #1 in the heart #1 in poemscollection #1 in self awareness #1 in recognition #8 in understanding #10 in introspective #19 in imagination #10 in happiness #13 in poems #9 in poemcollection #14 in poetrycollection

Like blood I run Sometimes I run slow like the water Sometimes quicker than commotion of New world order Yes I run run away mentally from the mental Gun Doesn't matter if im sentimental when i die its done I wanna run living life opposite my father doesn't have a son Run like when my brother got locked up by his so called brothers the gun Run from the gangs that had my brother corrupt Bloods Crips and definitely Latin Kings Those were his so called brothers now he's in the pin realizing they're nothing Wanna Run not Cut like my sister or my girl. Carolina if you hear me you are world I'm tired of life having me locked in these chains we call blood veins I'm going insane the only time I wanna stand in place and breathe is in the rain i wanna Run not like a Punk running away from fight but like a wise man showing me the light I just wanna run feeling like I wanna run away in one way I can only run is if I come together with everyone and we become ONE-M.A.S

This is a series of poems that show many different things that men and women can go through and feel. even if you haven't experienced any of these it gives you an idea if the inner emotions of the ones who have.

We as creatures of this environment have lived through many a season. We as flowers have created dreams and granted wishes that we thought could be granted. Not too many things have generated a right of passage in this place. Over time the walls grew larger and larger, and things became born. And things died. This is a journey of the present, and not the future nor past. Tis a journey of growth, of fruition, of a Mermaid, of a Dragon, of a King, of a Rose. For centuries this magical place was searched for, some found it. And others never did. Those that live within, searched just to make it to the outside perimeter. Some entities were created through experiences, birthed in the righteous lands of unseeded soil. All residing in the same land, a land that has no limit to how large it is. A place that adapts and grows over time, a place that is affected via the outside perspective. A place that will only grant creatures in, if it within itself feels that the creature is worthy. The Garden is a being beyond anything that tries to rule it, it is what we call "its own mind ". This is a journey, of more than poetry. But the story of a beautiful healing, and a cursed dream. So, allow your own self to recede into what hears like rain. And what feels like dry heat, all the while smelling evergreen desires. This is us. This is me. We thank you all, for discovering the trails of rose petals that lead you to the message outside the door. And picking them up, reading what has been written on them with the ink from The Tree of Solitude.

Analyzing the pros and cons of the internet/social media, the effects it has on society and the mind. I also highlight the importance of human progress

Tons of poems, that have be written on the soul, with invisible ink. I, as the author, have written these, because I know that they express the inexpressible. Though there is still somethings, that can not be defined. We were created with these scars. Given these tattoos with invisible ink. We did not carve them into our own souls, but learned except them.

pain loss greif self blame guilt low self-esteem saddeness love etc

Its about time everyone should wake up. These are the things I have came to a conclusion, learned, and discovered. Besides weather its true but how can they be wrong.

Just like the saying "Behind every person lies a story" Behind this story lies a person. This is short and probably something that I won't come back to. I hope this can reach some of you. It's not supposed to be a straight-forward-easy-read type of thing, it's supposed to make you think. Think about the words, how they're used. There's not much details of where the main character's at, but that's on purpose.

well.....

This is anything I come up with. This can go anywhere. So warnings right now. I can go to a bunch of things that could trigger about anything to very nice and sweet. Bare with me these will be horrible. -this is sadly going to have some of what I feel and put them as characters I know. Some are based on real life situations. ~Mama Mikiara

a scary story

Pain come in so many different languages it's up to you to control your mind.

A collection of Tragic Tales that me, and my friend Juan Ortiz (who is an amazing writer) are working on. The main story & ideas aren't mine, I merely gave the story a form using a personal touch. I hope you enjoy reading those, and don't forget to leave some feedback so we know if we're doing fine or not. Thank you! Juan Ortiz's profiles: https://hellopoetry.com/collection/24489/tragic-tales/ https://m.facebook.com/poetryoftonyortiz/

My thoughts in rhyme form

This is part of a series called "Random Things", where I just write about myself, my thoughts and opinions. This specific writing is about my current mental state, especially since it's been a couple months after quite a stressful major national exam. You may save this series or shall I say, collection of parts since I shall be adding one or two more parts every once in a while and you may want to read up on it, just a couple lines of poetry.

Prim Rose Kennedy is not safe. nothing is safe. no one is safe.

You feel it...the darkness creeping through your mind. Will you let it consume you? Would you even fight back? Enter those abyssal crevices and take my hand. We'll walk them together.

Hey, it's me... Nerdgamer2000's subconscious state of mind. I'll be writing to you when I can, which I rarely can't because she works me to death. But I'll keep you updated on my master and I hope we can become Best Friends along the way!