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Limerent object

LECTURES 1,076
Votes 172
Chapitres 15
Durée <5 mins

LECTURES 1,076
Votes 172
Chapitres 15
Durée <5 mins

age anger death depressed distance dreams frustration happy limerence love mood passion poetry promise sad suicide unrequited waiting younglove

Do you ever feel everything and nothing 
all at the same time?  

It's all emotions....'
  
Just a little bit of my heart 🥀Tous Droits Réservés

age anger death depressed distance dreams frustration happy limerence love mood passion poetry promise sad suicide unrequited waiting younglove

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15 chapitres

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Poems of Pain and Solitude, écrit par words_harm_and_heal

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

She Follows the Birds to Freedom , écrit par annafarrenday

Just a broken soul's poetry trying to break a cage of silence.

*SCREAMING IN SILENCE*, écrit par ambervanh13

THIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE. THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS. TRIGGER WARNING (suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)

I Hate Poetry., écrit par beanswrld

i'll break my own heart in remembering. (amateur poetry spanning from a very long time ago to now)

Meathead Monologue, écrit par prettyweeperr

I wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]

The Poems For You, écrit par TheTalesByAmira_

My smile, my tears, my words, my silence, my life, it's all about you because it's you. Poetries which comes from one's heart for a sweetheart....That connects to one's soul💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 Full of emotions Love, Inspiration, Passion, Pain and comfort Because it is all about you💜 Sometimes you even don't know how you feel ......But It may connect you.... You must have felt lonely, unloved, broke You must have experienced the butterflies in stomach of meeting your first love..... You must have felt the pain of endings Let's share what we feel.

When I Can't Do Anything Else, écrit par Dreamwald

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

Blue Romantic, écrit par nobitheloser

Tragically hopeless. Incredibly hopeful.

nk, écrit par nkpoetry

Just all of my poems put into one place

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*SCREAMING IN SILENCE* cover

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When I Can't Do Anything Else cover

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Poems of Pain and Solitude

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.