Throughts Stories

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.

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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.

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

It was a imaginary poem that I write here

¡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

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"

❝ 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.

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)

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

il frutto delle turbine mentali di una persona instabile

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.

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

(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

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.

Some thoughts about what chronic pain feels like to me.

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