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Bleeding: Vol. #7
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Complete, First published Dec 30, 2013
It just keeps getting darker, doesn't it? Welcome to the seventh volume of my poetry collection. Some of my works are sad, some worrisome, and some just make it hard for me to sleep at night. But my poems tell a story, and I am proud of each and every one of them. There are the ups and downs, depending on my mood when I write, and where I find inspiration. So please don't judge, you don't know the history of each line I write.  I hope you readers like this new volume, and can connect to different feelings and experiences. - Pooki3
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This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.
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Keep it in, Don't let them win. See the light, Even in the night. There's demons - yes, we know - But we can't let it show. So keep it quiet, except for here, And know that maybe help is near. Here they'll listen without seeing, Here you can speak without being. Mostly depressing. This is my creative outlet. Everything I write is straight from my head. Please don't copy anything! Thank you so much for 2K reads! Read my second poetry book, "misty."