Writtenword Stories

Thoughts are like tiny drops of rain

This is a book full of poetry that I have written, they will be random not followed by a theme. You must express yourself and free yourself from negativity I do this by writting poems.

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A collection of writings, ramblings and thoughts -Dedicated to the lost, lonely and hopeful-

This is my first little book of poetry, I never thought of myself as much of a writer! Through The Vine Filled Window, is an exploration of my tangled thoughts; a personal narrative of emotions, weeding out these vines to make room for healing and future growth.

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hello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at Street Spirits, a local theatre group in PG. I was waiting outside the building, and it started raining. I liked the aesthetic of it. it gave off a very "theatre of the oppressed" feel, which is what Street Spirits does. I loved it. every time I see this photo, I'm taken back to rehearsal. STARTED: Jan.18.22 FINISHED: Jul.20.22

third poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old friend and I went to Cottonwood Island Park in PG. this bridge is covered in graffiti and writing, and it has been painted over to cover it up, or boards have been replaced to get rid of it. yet, there's always writing on this bridge. it felt like no matter what, nobody can silence the voices that need to be heard. and I felt that. anyways, please enjoy this chaotic collection of poetry. STARTED: March 2nd, 2021 FINISHED: January 18th, 2022

Just poems I made. Some may be fandom related or my views on the world. Random outlets if inspiration strikes

Just random thoughts that pop through... Tell me if you relate!

My dear, how do you deal with those things in your head? Poetry, prose, rhymes, free-style. Things I think that need to be said. Quick suicide/self harm/anxiety and depression trigger warning

All my innermost thoughts

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If you like amateur poetry and the beach you should read what I've written

I am not a writer. I simply wrote because it's the only way I could escape reality and grasp the unbearable intensity of my soul. However, there was one time when I never wrote anything at all. Because I could never dare to even escape the reality of him.

This is the fifth installment in the random poetry compilation. There is no rhyme or reason to the poetry; it all exists together. If you've been here a while, you'll know that after 100 poems, there will be another book. I normally rant about my covers, and the stories behind them, but this one isn't that fancy: I was with my mother because we needed to make a quick drive to Hixon BC from my parents' house, which is ten minutes away. The sky was storming, and I thought it made the trees look menacing. So, I took this photo, somewhere between Crysdale and Hixon. STARTED: Jul.20.22 FINISHED: Jan.13.24

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Lately, 8 AM are more daunting than the 3AM. It means getting ready to put on a show like nothing bad is happening. It means no more hiding behind the blanket and laying in the comfort of the bed. It means no more sleeping a little more even if you were awake until 3. See that's why 3AM is a little better, you still have time to prepare to face another day but 8 AM is a no escape.