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Luna.H The scribbles and writings or one whoms fallen into the madness

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

from my brain to yours.

I am often lonely, but not alone. Found wandering through my thoughts. But not all who wander are found.

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

Thoughts are like tiny drops of rain

Silently walking down this endless pathway, Mind filled with unsaid thoughts but there's nothing left to say... Walking in a whole but weighed down by the shattered pieces of my heart, Wanting life to end when really it didn't even start... Empty and broken dragging around this sad soul, If only I had someone to fix me, or someone to hold... Maybe life wouldn't be so tiring and I wouldn't be so broken, Maybe my words wouldn't be silenced but I would indeed be outspoken... ~Britney Heslop

--just some things I've written some are poems most are thoughts a few don't really belong here several are tmi but I've put them in anyway -- if you like what I've written please comment :)

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

This piece lives in the tension most people pretend not to notice - the silent warfare of energy, perception, and unspoken judgment. "Wickedness Has Good Manners" explores the unsettling reality that hostility doesn't always arrive with noise. Sometimes it's polished. Sometimes it smiles. Sometimes it asks questions in a calm voice under fluorescent lights while something colder moves beneath the surface. The poem captures the psychological awareness of walking into a room where nothing is visibly wrong, yet everything feels off. It's about instinct, about reading micro-expressions, about understanding that discomfort and danger are not the same thing. There's a clash here between lived experience and artificial environments - between street intuition and corporate choreography. This isn't a story about paranoia. It's about perception. About that razor-thin space where intuition sharpens and silence becomes strategy. The poem dissects the invisible dynamics of power, composure, and energy - revealing how tension can exist without confrontation, and how wickedness often hides behind professionalism, etiquette, and controlled politeness. It's reflective, unsettling, and deliberate. A meditation on awareness, survival, and the strange theater of human interaction where the loudest truths are rarely spoken aloud.

This unspoken words are just my own imagination. I hope you enjoy reading this. But, also I hope relate ka sa bawat katagang nababasa mo. Again, itoy kathang isip lang. Di po ako wasak. *^▁^*

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

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'Shattered Heart' is a poignant collection of poetry that explores the raw emotions of heartbreak and the bittersweet journey of letting go. Leigh delves into the depths of love lost, the pain of separation and the resilience found in healing. Each poem captures the fragility of the heart while illuminating the strength it takes to mend and move forward.

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.

A world of words, a lexicon of lines, a flurry of flow, all make this poem book grow🌹 All the poems in this book are written in the "flow" It's just for fun🌷 "Why so serious?..." - Joker

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