Dear Life,
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I have a lot of feelings. Ones that I can't say out loud and so I write them. But sometimes they feel too real, too raw, too pretty to not share. So I've decided to write a book to Life. Life you suck. But sometimes you're okay and so here are my stories, my feelings.
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Poems.
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Poems (:
(Periodic Updates)Poetry isn't just words put together in a certain rhythm or a smooth way; it's the act of putting yourself and emotions into your writing. It's laying back in the middle of a field and staring up at a cloud and finding all the details that make it unique. It's star gazing and asking yourself questions that could never be answered. It's wondering, it's questions, it's emotions, it's senses, it's poetry.. and every single poem has a trace of yourself in it. My goal in my poems is to make people think and believe. Think deeper than what everything seems. Look deeper. Don't just read the cover, read the book. Find out what it has to offer, and hopefully you'll find something relatable that helps encourage you or atleast let you know you're not alone.(:Concluída
Glass
a collection or a grouping or a gathering or even an anthology, if you will, of poetry. Now edited and revamped, this volume of work is complete in my eyes, but I have a new and similar book I will be working on called Something Else Out ThereConcluída
Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
Just everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**Concluída
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.
Surges of Sadness
Poems about raw feelings that aren't very easy for me to be honest about in my life.Concluída
MY BRAIN (poetry)
As a person who overthinks all the time my mind flows with my most precious thoughts, always seeking to create everlasting essays that shape me. There's beauty in honesty, and that's what I want to bring to every piece. I read each of my thoughts as poems. Read however you my feel the words should be read. My mind is an everlasting poem. Here are some honest thoughts from my mind and some of my favorite things. BY: PEOPLEREADTOOConcluída
When I Can't Do Anything Else
When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]
Unleashed
This is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect with some of these because sometimes just knowing you are not alone with how you are feeling is enough to comfort yourself.Concluída
Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. I
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