Throughts Stories

just a few poems i wrote!~

It was a imaginary poem that I write here

Ok, first of all, I would like to specify one thing: my first language is Italian, not english, so probably my poems will never be as good as others, but I want to be able to say "ad least I tried", so... I hope you enjoy the reading, don't forget to let me know what you think with a comment.

(n•) a place that you can call home; a sense of belongingness, acceptance, safety and connection to homeland. In which, a girl shares her thoughts on everything ©Eira Riddle - 2021 © freakiestsoul - for the cover

A collection of writings, incoherent and full of paradoxes. Welcome to the depths of my labyrinthine mind.

Some thoughts about what chronic pain feels like to me.

The thoughts running through my head, and the pieces left afterwards.

No Description Needed Tf.

The best of Poetry Alone in the dark. thru good time an bad. you know that feeling. When your mind say something , But your heart say another.

Sillage (n): The impression left in space after something has gone. "I, forever will sink in the remnants Of vocal impressions, As my body melts into the hands of silence; Me, Heavy with recollection"

This is a see in my head, because this boy drive me crazy and I think that my thoughts about us, about him is very poetic (lol)

If you like poems or things like that you're welcome here.

❝ that's a big change. ❞ ━━━━━❖━━━━━ These are the descriptions and thoughts made by someone who experienced the utopia of the years before 2052 (and she is proud of it). │▸ 𝑰'𝒎 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔.

I started writing some letters to myself my freshman year of highschool at the age of thirteen. I'm older now, and in reading them, I have found growth in myself. Welcome to my world.

¡Hola! A todos los que conozco, y que tal vez hayan leído mi anterior historia, solo quiero decirles que decidí borrarla debido a que ya no me sentía lo suficientemente animada para seguirla, así que por ahora, en su lugar, voy a hacer....¿poemas? no sé muy bien como llamarlo, pero espero que les guste y eso....bye

just deep throughts about life and living/ survival in this world.

Cause it's not too late, it's not too late... I, I see the hope in your heart.. And sometimes you lose it, sometimes you're shooting. Broken Arrows. Avicii.. Ide o zmes myšlienok a postrehov ako o príbehy.. občas sa stratíš, no občas sa tma možno nájdeš. To už je na tebe.