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Emotional Amnesia
Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018Concluida
Raging Storm of Seduction
Warning: This story contains mature themes, strong language & foul words! R-18! SPG content ahead! Reader discretion is advised! Completed!Concluida
𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 | ✓
"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤. "𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐈'𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭." 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐩. ••• 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞. 𝐒𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠.Concluida
w r e c k a g e ✓
❝ − It's a terrible thing, the destruction of words.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017Concluida
Words And Secrets
Words spill out secrets And the more I speak, the more I regret Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣Concluida
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//ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs: ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ// ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs/Thoughts/Quotes ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʏ ᴍʏ/ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ's ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪғᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴs/ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs. sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ. (I recommend you to read from the end so that you don't have to see ads. It has random thoughts and feelings so no need to read from first only. You may read from the latest part) Fʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴG ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ɪs sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ʙʟᴏᴏM ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ɪs ʀᴀɪɴɪɴ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ-ғʟᴏᴡᴇR ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ-sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs, ᴇᴍᴘᴏᴡᴇʀS ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ sɪɴᴄᴇ : 7 ᴊᴜʟʏ 2020 sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Completed ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ❤ ʀʏᴀɴ .................. Top rankings: #3 in #poetry #4 in #deepthinking #2 in #deeppoetry #3 in #wordsofwisdom #2 in #darkpoetry #1 in #happypoems #1 in #lifequotes #10 in #deepthoughts #4 in #poesia #3 in #shortpoems #9 in #poembook #9 in #poetrycollectionConcluida
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | ✓
𝐍𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐜. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐎𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭? 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭..Concluida
No one is there
poetry book. all the things I've written that I could never say out loud. Some topics may be difficult for some people so check for disclaimers .Concluida
Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018
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