Edgy Poems
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Behind you are these ruins
Things have been scribbled and scratched into the walls
Etchings of battles
Lone people fighting hordes of monsters
Lone lights shining through waves of violent self doubt
And you're there
Possibly millennia after these events occurred
The author long gone
The echo in the background left by someone trying to make a difference
You have a choice
Things could be in these scribbled that no one should ever have to bear
But you feel... drawn to it
To keep reading
To listen to the ancient babbling of someone who's been forgotten
To...
To...
To hear me out
To listen to me
To let me make an impact
To listen to a teenager high on life making decisions that last lifetimes
To let someone who once thought there was no hope
Who once thought they had no home
Into your heart
To not hear
But listen
And hear my heartbeat
Like a feather in the breeze
Get blown away
And never seen again
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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
O' I take Emotion
I posted these poems in the order I wrote them, thus the first, nor the last is the best. I really hope these poems make you think, and here's a sample I take a look around and I see not faces but places places were faces are hid hid behind the women wear make-up to fulfill desires of their worth and to fulfill mens' distorted and impure lust the men wear masks of flesh to fulfill their rankings and to fulfill womens' false hopes and distorted dreams oh how the world would look without these masks yet this a dream forever unfilled and placed in hopeless utopian minds yet if one by one as we grew we would begin to realize make-up is mistake that we try to make up for with more of it yet if one by one as we grew we would begin to realize masks of flesh is a slash upon our own veins and only digs the hole deeper oh how we perpetuate what we hate most oh how we elevate what we loathe most take off the mask, the unbreakable mask of unbreaking wash off the waterproof make-up, designed to make-up take of the mask, and see the face see a face see your face and see how much you hate it and how much purer, prettier, and how much manlier, magnificent, it is compared to slime you coat your face with compared to lies you smear your face with yet how much better how much safer it is than the safety of the crowd the crowd of the masquerade take it off and take your pride and break it take your hate and burn it hotter and live free-er and with your hate pour it into change change yourself possible this is not to make the genes change but to make the grace change make the grace grow and in it live no matter the strength of the hateConcluida
Notes from the Mind
I often have many thoughts on my mind, so, here are most of them trickled down into perceivable words. And maybe you can find yourself in them too.Concluida
paracosm-delusional nightmares
{poetry : completed} "𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞." in a tiny corner of the world, but in the vast corner of my imagination, this is my paracosmic delusion, something that i've created out of indignant, dejected and euphoric emotions. each word in this book constitutes my delusional nightmares, the ones that i know aren't really there yet i write about them anyway. this is me, my barest and deepest feelings, and my monstrous thoughts. ✦✦✦ [all rights reserved | ©2021 ] [ cover designed by me ] [ peace \/ ]Concluida![[kodachrome]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/353007492-256-k353702.jpg)
[kodachrome]
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Maybe you don't know it yet, maybe you haven't noticed it, maybe you haven't felt it. But all of us, are broken somewhere on the inside. We've all been sad at one point or another, or depressed, or lonely. We've all been broken. ______________ Just a collection of short stories and poems by a sad teenager.Concluida
The Words That My Mouth Failed to Speak
*Completed* This book can best be described as a plethora of my thoughts combined together to form the words that my mouth fails to speak. Before you read this book. Open your mind, it is only then will you come into acceptance with your own thoughts and emotions. I hope that some of you reading relate in a way & my never-ending staircase of the thoughts in my head can somewhat help you & make you feel not so alone. I do not own any of the songs, photos, or videos used in this book. please don't copy my work without my consent, thank you, enjoy the book <3Concluida
The Words I Speak
While I'm silenced out there I'll speak my mind in here This reputation of the quiet Just let it disappear I've got a lot ahead of me Many things that I fear As I'm walking down this road I can finally see things clear . . . . . The Words I Speak ... in silence
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 .
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