The forgotten few~ a poetry collection
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These are a bunch of poems that I have written personally. They provide an insight tl the workings of the mind.
My love of poetry has helped me get through many things so I think it is important to share this with you guys as I am now prepared to do that
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Might
here lie the poems, written with all my might- be weary of valiant emotion
The Truth
This is a collect of my poems I know that originally it also had ones that I liked, but I deleted them to make it my own. Potential trigger warning Cover drawn by me. So don't judge, I know it's bad. *completed* 1st poem book "The Truth" 2nd poem book "Hidden By A Lie" 3rd poem book "As Bright As The Stars In The Sky" 4th poem book "The Paint Brush Of Magic Will Paint The Way"Concluida
You And Me, Forevermore
"He was the definition of what you call bad, he smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good.He didn't care because no one taught him how to. But when it came to her, he wanted to be the best man.He couldn't bare the thought of her being hurt by him...or by anyone else. He would kill to protect her, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all her perfection". "Perfection... that's what she's always been. Not even her scars could steal the hope in her eyes. She waited for someone. And when she met him, she couldn't help what she felt. She fell hard for him. And so did her saviour. The girl who had a little too much heart to go around. She never thought herself of being worthy of his love. And she'd go to hell and back for the one who loved her fiercely".Concluida
Unspoken Words
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Live, love, laugh and die. This is just life! (Songs and poems from the heart)
These poems that i have wrote mainly come from my depressive side or my romantic side. They all express who i am and what my life is like. I write these poems and share them with you because i hop that they will help you get through difficult situations about love, self-harm or suicide. I hope you all like these poems. I agree that they are not for everybody but i have wrote themto help you and me!!Concluida
Adeline
"𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞, 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐲" 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 '𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 seems to have bad luck follow every one of her steps. However she can't help but feel excited when her and her siblings are offered a scholarship to most prestigious school in her town. With her Mom constantly struggling to keep her family running due to the lack of income her family receives. Adeline is forced to pull her weight for her family by working more than 2 times a week, causing pure exhaustion and anxiety. When time rolls around and suddenly Adeline is buttoning up her uniform for school, she's shocked as to why 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢 calls out to her in the hallway. 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢 a boy who's past is constantly haunting him and coming back to bite him in the ass. Can't help but be drawn to the new girl. He doesn't know her name, he doesn't know where she comes from. He doesn't know anything. However the only thing he does know, is that he can't help but feel pulled towards her. He knows he's done for when he can't help but answer the question for her in math class... A story full of ups and downs. Where will this story lead us? 𝐋𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭... 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫Concluida
A Bad Boy's Worst Nightmare (Book 1)
She didn't reply and I felt her finger move across my skin, lower, and almost all the way down my lower back. A shiver coursed through my body, strangely pleasant, and I felt her finger stop. "Your tattoos are beautiful," she said softly. Too close. She was too close. My pulse was hammering and I could feel her cool breath against my skin when she spoke, and my body was warm from having felt her. I couldn't reply. My breathing was light and shaken. I wanted to just turn around and pull her against me, or rather put her against a wall, so I could kiss her and feel her more properly against me. If she touched me again, I wasn't sure that I could keep myself from doing just that. "I'm going to take a shower," I said suddenly in an attempt to escape. She didn't stop me, so I took that opportunity to walk away. When I reached the bathroom, I took a deep breath to steady myself as well as my pulse. Closing the door behind me, I ran a hand through my hair. She truly was a nightmare. A bad boy's worst nightmare was a girl that made him want to be a good one.Concluida
Poetry by Comparison is about the old and the new. In this collection you will embark on a journey from old poems to new. Various styles and themes all built upon comparison and as perfect opposites and as perfect twins. Enjoy reading!!!!!
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