Poetry for My Broken Soul
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When words are the only thing my mind can form and my mouth doesn't want to work I write down how I'm feeling.
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The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.
Sinking Alphabets
And I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.Complete
𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑
This is my story- told through the thoughts I couldn't keep inside. A collection of moments, feelings, and truths I've learned to face and finally accept. These poems are pieces of me, shared for anyone who needs to feel less alone. If you're reading this, I hope you find the strength to keep going- just like I had to.Complete
My Heart Lays Bare
Who else am I to tell when no one wants to listen, but to tell the paper my woes and joys with the pen in hand as a messenger.Complete
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.
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