Истории Truepoetry

This isn't a story. It's a message I never sent. About someone who never really left, not in my chest anyway. He said I made a difference in his life. He said I mattered. He told me not to be too hard on myself. Then he was gone. I didn't get to respond. So this is what I would've said.

This is a little poem I wrote just days after leaving my ex who abused and raped me, it is emotional and may be triggering

This poem is about the town I live in and it's toxicity

a book of real, heart-felt poetry.

This is the raw true me down to the bone and I need to express it

"A crown which bears scent and beauty can still wither away"

Sacrifice...

You wanna hear the actual truth about how the world works read this

the poetry of life and the truth of pain and darkness that hides its self in people

My first attempts of poetry that I deemed good enough for the public eye.

Raw emotions carefully crafted into a work of art.

He was never taught how to love himself. Not when the people who were supposed to love him first... didn't. This is the story of a boy shaped by silence, a heart that tried to save him, and the ache of learning that even the loudest love can't always drown out a lifetime of damage.

The world around us is constantly changing

A POEM for upcoming generations... " Modern love tells you he loves you but also tells you that you'd look better on his arms if you lost 15 more pounds.." Sad Reality --

A collection of found poems, created from existing documents, letters, and written sources of the past. Unintentional poetry from a variety of inspirations. The ghosts of the past plead their cases with irony, humor, and often profound sadness and hope. This collection highlights that our battles have always been the same, it is only the illusion of time that has changed.

Poems made my me and my personal experiences I really hope you like my poems and if you feel the exact same way or can relate to them please comment and please follow.

I've decided to devote this to those times I just need to stay up late at night and write. Since I've gotten over my previous writer's block, I'll be able to post a new poem within every week. Even if I get cut off again, any poems I wrote will go here.