Au Revoir
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A collection of poems about topics such as love, loss, the power of words, and self-esteem I wrote during my adolescent years.
I will try to add a poem every day depending on how popular it becomes :)
Side note: "Au Revoir" means "goodbye until we meet again" in French
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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.Concluida
Blooming Words
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For you
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Something more than just Rhymes | ✔
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Bare Soul
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)Concluida
His Silence, My Storm: Drowning In Hope
They say love begins in silence... but no one tells you how much it hurts when that silence never ends. This is not a love story. This is a story of almosts- of late-night conversations, unread feelings, and eye contact that meant everything... and nothing at the same time. She loved him quietly. Then she tried to speak- but he never listened the way she needed. So she became patient. She became understanding. She became everything... except chosen. And somewhere between unsent messages and mixed signals, she realized- Sometimes, love doesn't break you loudly. Sometimes... it drowns you in silence.Concluida
Ink Me In Ghost Words
I never meant to keep the letters. I only wrote them to spill the words I couldn't say aloud to bleed the truth onto paper, seal it, and let time quietly carry it away. But time didn't take them. You stayed etched in every unsent line, every silence I tried to write through. This isn't a love story, It's the aftermath of love when it fades without noise, when hearts break quietly, and memories linger in ink that never dries. He was the goodbye I never spoke, and I was the story he never finished reading. So for every draft left unopened, for every feeling buried deep, and every love that never found its ending will you ever return to me, or will I keep writing letters while you continue to ink me in ghost words?Concluida
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