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The art form we take for granted and use seldom. 
An art form that hides so much emotion waiting to be discovered by a wandering, curious eye. 
Poetry. 

This is a book on poetry and proses. 

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words don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all

Poetry is a beautiful way for self-expression, allowing me to share my thoughts and emotions in a powerful and captivating way. It is an art form that allows me to explore the depth of my feelings, and to communicate them to others in a way that is both moving and memorable. Whether through rhyme or metaphor, poetry offers a unique and endlessly rewarding way to explore the human experience.

A collection of poem's written about events, feelings, thoughts, and emotions. Like a diary to vent out a part of ourselves that no one will every know about; the poems are simply an attempt to capture the most unusual and abstract aspects of the human mind. From straight forward and relatable to the most bizarre and weird, jumping from one poem to the next with crazy intensity, I hope apart of you feels satisfied or even less alone. Side note: Need a specific poem to feel better? Let me know.

A thing with distinct and independent existence. Existence; being. A collection of poems. ❀❀ P.S. NONE of the photos belong to me. - Cover taken by ME. Enjoy. ❀❀

(Periodic Updates)Poetry isn't just words put together in a certain rhythm or a smooth way; it's the act of putting yourself and emotions into your writing. It's laying back in the middle of a field and staring up at a cloud and finding all the details that make it unique. It's star gazing and asking yourself questions that could never be answered. It's wondering, it's questions, it's emotions, it's senses, it's poetry.. and every single poem has a trace of yourself in it. My goal in my poems is to make people think and believe. Think deeper than what everything seems. Look deeper. Don't just read the cover, read the book. Find out what it has to offer, and hopefully you'll find something relatable that helps encourage you or atleast let you know you're not alone.(:

This is a book of poetry. Some are of hope and love, while some are full of the darkest parts we hide inside our hearts.

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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Hireath: (n) A homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was. For the home I haven't yet returned to. ***************************** A book of poems and the occasional response to writing prompts. Or both. My escape when I can't find it in real life.

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