Thorns and roses
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Allow me to take you through my journey. From hurting to healing and everything in between. This isn't just my first collection of poems, this is a part of me. These aren't even that good , if you ask me. Nevertheless, when I turned to write, this is what I bled onto the paper. This is what helped me burn the bridges that connected me to my toxic past, and if you are on the other side , let me help you cross, and we could watch it go up in flames together.
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𝙎𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙖 𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 : 𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒂 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝑯𝒖𝒃𝒃) 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 (𝑰𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕), 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑰𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝑼𝒏𝒔), 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒒𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒕, 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 (𝑴𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒂𝒕), 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 (𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏), 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕
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Short stories turned into poems for the "best of both worlds" experience. I don't relate to most of them but A LOT of people from all around do. Since we can't physically see what people are going through; at least these words are there to comfort them❤️❤️ This blog is dedicated to all of you✨ ACHIEVEMENTS:❤️❤️❤️ 1st Place winner of Poetry Category in Freedom Awards✨✨✨✨ 1st Place Winner of Poetry Category in Blue Rose Awards✨✨✨✨ 2nd Place Winner of Random Category in Wicked Awards✨✨✨✨ Winner of Best Cover in Wicked Awards 3rd Place winner of Poetry Category in Chaos Awards✨✨✨✨ 3rd Place winner of Poetry Category in The Rose Awards✨✨✨✨ A Winner in Poetry Category of EYHO Awards✨✨✨✨ Highest Ranking: #976 in Poetry #524 - 21/8 #338 - 23/8 #243 - 26/8 #220 - 7/9 #104 - 10/9 #98. - 6/11 #81. - 7/11 #68. - 12/11 #57. - 19/11 #46. - 04/12 #FrenchFriesandPopsicleSkiesComplete
Mai Agar Kahoon ~ An Echo of hearts
✧ 𝐉𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨, 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐩𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯-𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞, 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚-𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐣𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢.✧ ･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ ✿✼:*ﾟ:༅｡.:༅｡.｡
She Who Betrayed
ʏᴜᴡᴀɴᴀ ᴛᴇʀᴇɴ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. Sʜᴇ ʟᴇғᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴍᴇᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴏɴᴇs.sʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴀsᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ.ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ sʜᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴄǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴘʜᴀsᴇ? ☾︎𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗘𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱☽︎Complete
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This is a series of short stories, poems and thoughts I've written over the years, compiled into this collection. Most of these were written years ago. Some I've written as early as this year (2025). The purpose of this volume is to feel. Feel everything as though you are the main character experiencing each emotion expressed through my writing. These are written through my perspective as a woman, but please let this resonate with you regardless of your identity. Please vote, comment, like and share. Thank you! - nhiamareComplete
Too Many Maybe's
I used to think there'd be no living without you. Then, you walked away. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. We finally stopped making sense to you. So, you left. Why wouldn't you. It didn't matter that it still made sense to me. That I still held on to all those what ifs and unanswered questions of us. Still hoped for things to work out somehow. Still needed things to work out. Needed it like food and water. This story might not make much sense to you, reader. It was written for him. And in many ways for myself. But I am grateful for your desire to explore our life's tale non the less. It was quite something. I hope you'll get something out of it.Complete
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎: 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑩𝑳𝑬𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬
𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼𝑠ℎ𝑞 𝑃𝑒, 𝑇𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑞𝑡 𝑃𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑠 𝐻𝑎𝑞 𝐼𝑘 𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑎.... 𝗞𝗔𝗕𝗜𝗥 𝗔𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗬𝗔 was never introduced, he was inferred. A name spoken with caution, power arranged into command and precision sharpened into control. He ruled spaces without occupying them, directed outcomes without leaving traces. Authority obeyed him before understanding him. ............ 𝗔𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗜 𝗔𝗔𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗛 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗟 was the opposite. Uncontained, defiant, fiercely alive. Rebellious by instinct and savage in her independence. She refused to be subdued by expectations or softened by fear. She did not follow currents but she disrupted them. ............. Neither sought explanation. Neither offered clarity. They existed as forces, not stories, noticed only when order trembled and silence grew alert. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 & 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚, 𝘼𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 & 𝙀𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝘽𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙖𝙡 & 𝙇𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩
T R A N S P I R E D
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There are a lot of things you don't really think about until they happen to you. Take rape, for instance. I always thought, "That won't happen to me. I have a boyfriend. I trust him. He would never take advantage of me like that..." I couldn't have been more wrong. Love in this day and age is often confused for manipulation and abuse. The warning signs are here. The things we say will tell us everything that is wrong. You are worth more than what you think you are. It's not your fault. If they tell you otherwise, get out. Burn the bridge. Always remember someone is waiting for you to walk into their life. Someone needs you. Someone loves you. Getting away from all of the wrong people and finding the right ones could save you. I can promise you right now that it saved me. These are the journal entries and selected poems from my first experience of love that left a unpleasant taste in my mouth- quite literally. I am putting this out for the whole world to see because I hope everyone will learn from my experience. People can see. We have no excuses to continue living our lives in ignorance. ...WARNING... HARMFUL THEMES INCLUDING MENTION OF SUICIDE, SELF HARM, AND RAPE. THIS HAS EXPLICIT CONTENT. RECOVERY AND AWARENESS IS THE PURPOSE OF SHARING. DO NOT READ IF THESE THEMES ARE OFFENSIVE OR HARMFUL TO YOU.
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