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My own poem collection. "ThoughtsWrittenInInk" I hope you guys like it XOXO❤️ #14 In poems #6 randomness #22 Poem book

I am a stereotypical depressed teenage girl dont mind me

She was enjoying as she let out soft moans. Now I asked her to ride me like a cowgirl and she obliged by riding me. I laid on my back with the full view of her bouncing breasts while pushing my dick inside her pussy. She took my hands and put it on her breasts. I squeezed her big boobs, and she was giving me a fantastic sensual pleasure ♨️♨️♨️♨️♨️♨️♨️

In the quiet hours of heartbreak, confusion, and exhaustion, The Weight of Midnight was born. This deeply personal collection of poems captures the raw emotions of depression, anxiety, and emotional overwhelm - not as a cry for help, but as a form of survival. Written over the course of several years, each poem served as a lifeline, a way to process, release, and return to center when everything felt like too much. With unflinching honesty and delicate vulnerability, this book offers a window into the mind of someone who chose to feel deeply rather than numb out. These poems are not polished perfection - they are real, aching, and human. Whether you're in the middle of your own storm or just want to feel a little less alone, The Weight of Midnight is here to hold space for you. © 2025 Ultraviolet_321 (SBDSS). All rights reserved. Do not copy, repost, or redistribute without written permission.

Words that'll touch your heart

journal entries from a girl that is either in love or insane. When life goes right or wrong this girl is just gone.

almsot a personal diary

I've been experiencing life problems and this book served as my collection of thoughts while experiencing those obstacles.

Book 03 of "The Human Ache Series" A series of poetry collections In this world of disappearance, between the bliss and the abyss, Realization gnawed upon me As I understood this world was the real abyss "The hell is empty because all devils are here" That line hit harder than ever Cause now I understand that hiding from the eyes Trying to survive, I did die

"Hey what are doing" they ask "I'm watching" i answer They leave calling me a freak. But am i though? Are you? In this world full of noise where everyone is trying to be heard. Try listening to the ways. There's always more said in silence than in words. The Silent Observer.

For the souls who are in search of life in writings and drown themselves in darkness. Just some of my random writings, in no particular genre or order... I do not authorise this book to be published anywhere but Wattpad. If this book is published on NovelHD.com, Teenfic.net or any other website this has been done without my permission. This means my work has been stolen.I do not authorise this book to be copied, downloaded or changed in any way. ©Halsey

This is a book of my poems. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I Do writing them!

Ayda Aydnik returns to her hometown with a plan: survive one school year teaching at the same high school that once broke her, collect the money, and disappear for good. The people haven't changed. The secrets definitely haven't. On her first day back, an anonymous blog appears. Every Monday at exactly 9 a.m., a new post is published-old high-school essays written by The Chosen 16, exposing secrets they never meant anyone to read. Affairs. Violence. Betrayals. Mental breakdowns. Abuse. Love stories that destroyed people instead of saving them. Ayda is on the list. Worse-she recognizes the writing. She wrote those words years ago, during the summer she refuses to talk about. As the town devours each post, friendships collapse, old hierarchies return, and trauma resurfaces. Ayda is forced to face the people she once loved, the ones she failed, and the one truth she's been running from: The past isn't haunting. Someone is weaponizing it. And whoever is behind the blog knows exactly how the story ends.

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

Ayda Aydnik returns to her hometown with a plan: survive one school year teaching at the same high school that once broke her, collect the money, and disappear for good. The people haven't changed. The secrets definitely haven't. On her first day back, an anonymous blog appears. Every Monday at exactly 9 a.m., a new post is published-old high-school essays written by The Chosen 16, exposing secrets they never meant anyone to read. Affairs. Violence. Betrayals. Mental breakdowns. Abuse. Love stories that destroyed people instead of saving them. Ayda is on the list. Worse-she recognizes the writing. She wrote those words years ago, during the summer she refuses to talk about. As the town devours each post, friendships collapse, old hierarchies return, and trauma resurfaces. Ayda is forced to face the people she once loved, the ones she failed, and the one truth she's been running from: The past isn't haunting. Someone is weaponizing it. And whoever is behind the blog knows exactly how the story ends.

Opinions, perspective, thoughts and feelings. That's all. <3

I've always written poetry but it's been bulking up lately because I don't know what to do with it all😂. Hot chocolate & Good morning texts are the few things in this world that give me true inner warmth. So I hope every single word I write will provide you with as much comfort and warmth to show you're not alone. Poetry, thoughts, feelings and occasional one liners😛 Feel free to vote, and comment your thoughts

Not part of "The Human Ache Series" This is a poetry book that is completely personal. I write poems to help cope with feelings. And the book I'm currently writing has a specific theme so I can't exactly vent in it. So you can consider this book a vent poems book. The poems in this are free verse poems (or sometimes rhyming) where I just rambled about how I was feeling. I might professionally organize this book once it finishes but I do not intend to now so it'll not have any intros or symbolism explanations for now. I'll just use it to write my feelings when I'm overwhelmed (which I am very often).You may not take it seriously or even consider it a part of my writings so far. I might also use this book to write poems for contests and stuff in the future.

I don't know if they're fit to be considered poems or just some random kid's weird or maybe idle thoughts,questions probably just pain...your pick🙂 Mostly just me venting...