Dali's Notepad
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3 secret artists live in small city, they tell their life in poems, growing between words.
Every wednesday they tell their story.
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red
i went through heaven and hell experiencing love, war, lies, hate, heartbreaks and recovery. every change, wound or memory has its meaning, and "red" explains this, in the most tragic way i could ever fit my words in.Concluida
Unrequited Love for No One in Particular
I'm in love with no one, but with that emptiness comes freedom for my heart to wander along with my mind.Concluida
Blue Romantic
Tragically hopeless. Incredibly hopeful.Concluida
REALITY
Poetry for those few souls that long for realness our world lacks Written not for reads but a place where I can write my feelings so I can attempt understand them myself. ••• To the boy that changed me. Heartbreak or not, you will live on in my burning heart.Concluida
Float
Be the love you want to receive, design the world the way you want it to be, aeons it might take but you'll be there where you always wanted to be.Concluida
Jst Random Words
A collection of words. Pieces of thoughts and feelings. An attempt at the impossible task of putting into words what moves in people's hearts.Concluida
All the Stars in My Mind
My life as a teenager, with real emotions. Before everything happened, during, and afterwards. This book will have poetry in it and be full of my thoughts, feelings, love, and even personality . This is a raw story that I would love to become a real book one day. There is swearing in this book for expression. This has a lot to do with depression, anxiety, and suicidal thoughts. Please reach out if you need help. I'm glad I did.Concluida
Thursday
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.
Beautiful Enough To Frame
Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.Concluida
BREATHING
Goes in depth about finding one thing to getting through hardships and considering "Heal your hearts and mind" when the sounds only come from one source, your breathe.Concluida
i went through heaven and hell experiencing love, war, lies, hate, heartbreaks and recovery. every change, wound or memory has its meaning, and "red" explains this, in the most tragic way i could ever fit my words in.
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