Results of a Restless Mind

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Reads 3,453
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Parts 192
Time 1h 6m

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A book of poems created by a sleepless mind and an open heart

"I'm sorry that my heartbeat is louder than my thoughts."

Completed 11/8/20All Rights Reserved

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Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.

Through My Eyes: A Story Left Unfinished by qeyla_aes

I never planned to write this. But life has a way of spilling onto pages when there's no one left to listen. This is not a perfect story-it's messy, full of half-finished thoughts, mistakes, and moments I wish I could forget. It's the laughter, the heartbreak, the silent nights, and the words I never said out loud. Some pages will feel like home. Others might hurt. But this is me-unfiltered, unapologetic, and real. This is My Diary of Life. 2nd Edition: The Things I Couldn't Say Out Loud

His Silence, My Storm: Drowning In Hope by manahilalihere

They say love begins in silence. But what happens when the silence lasts too long? This is not a love story about happily ever afters. This is a story about almosts- About late-night conversations that stopped just short of meaning something. About eye contacts that promised more, but always ended in friendship. In Part 1, she loved him quietly. In Part 2, she starts to speak- but still, he doesn't listen the way she hoped. She tries to become his safe place. She tries to heal his fear of attachment. She tries to read his mind, hold his hand without holding it, and love him in a way that feels patient-not desperate. But the more she hopes, the more she drowns. This is the continuation of a one-sided love story that became too heavy to carry. A confession soaked in unsent messages, mixed signals, and a storm of emotions that never found a home. Sometimes, loving someone means letting go. Sometimes, silence is louder than goodbye.

Something more than just Rhymes | ✔ by Bookworm2452

The words do not have to rhyme because they hold something far more valuable than words. They hold emotions, feelings and much more. Completed ✔ ________________________ Highest Rankings: #1 in abandoned-- 28/2/2019 #2 in dailythoughts-- 6/7/2019 #3 in truthfulness-- 28/6/2019 #7 in lovehurts-- 8/6/2019 #8 in loveisintheair-- 19/5/2019 #37 in wattpadromace-- 8/7/2019

My Bare Soul can be found at the pit of the glistening waterfalls where my words reside. My loud vulnerability. My truth that I do not hide. My voice although unheard, my words make it come alive. Although it trembles, my hand or pen in it never shakes, it only thrives. Come take a look inside... Maybe you'll find yourself in one of my poems. Or maybe you'll see a soul that unapologetically confides. (Poetry book)

Spoken Thoughts from a Silent Man by MicahC25

Thoughts, ideas, and other things I'm afraid to say out loud.

WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL by EnigmaExplorers

I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.

"Things I Never Said Out Loud" by LIA12WREN

This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

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Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.

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