Writtenwords Stories

Poems to a Lover. " Say to me, That my love is the truth, And your doors are open to me. Bliss that has no words to define. Dreams that leave no darkness to hind sight."

Poem about how we don't use our time was wisely as we should

Welcome to the most vulnerable part of my mind.

This is a little small compilation of writings/poems I do on occasion. They are an expression of my thoughts and feelings at a specific time and point in my life. I am publishing this now because I feel as though I am ready to share a piece of me with those who are willing to read. May this small book enlighten you, challenge you and make you think about things differently. Love always 🌸 becauzwecan

a written word I wrote for class about sexual assault. MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME! sexual assault is a real thing that steals from people.

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.

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.

Random poems that I wrote. :))

Just a story of my thoughts, emotions, desires, and experiences all drawn into one. I'm not sure what will come of this, but stick with me and see where this path leads. Its never the destination but the journey that makes it all worth while. #74 - poetry

A collection of poetry written by me.

Treating the negativity and showing up. This is for us

All the world is a stage, whether it be Heaven, Hell, or Earth. Someone however takes it a little too literally.

This is a series , comprising of thoughts that I have created myself.

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.

Welcome to the chaos of my mind. Enjoy

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

Poems are an expression in words of the beauty seen in the things around you. Many a time these words do not entirely encapsulate what you mean or feel but merely are a fragment of the beauty it beholds, whatsoever it may be. This written word is to be looked upon with an open mind, understanding each word and visualise as you go. But these are stories that capture the heart. Vote and Comment your honest thoughts on them. Highly appreciated! 🥈~ in spoken word {11/04/20} 8th ~ in poetry {04/02/22}

Mainly because this is how I felt in that one favorite subject which would probably be our last day of meeting, but then I was completely... not there.

poetry

I reached for the stars but it wasn't enough, you deserve the moon my love