we're all beggars here, clawing at each other's sepia-toned loneliness ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||

This is a collection of poems written about love, sadness and feelings we usually don't talk about. ~new updates when any new poem is written~ [All work is my own. Please ask/tag/credit me in any poems you want to use, thanks!] 27th may, 2024 • #2 in poem • #6 in poetry collection • #1 in comforting

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

រឿងរ៉ាវបែបមិនធម្មតាមួយ ពីក្មេងដែលគេត្រូវគេធ្វើបាបប្រែក្លាយជាអ្នកប្រុសដែលមានអំណាចកាចមិនធម្មតា វាជាការប្ដូរវិញ្ញាណមួយចូលខ្លួនមួយទៀត ហួយ៎ ក៏ប្រែតែគេត្រូវបានដាក់ឈ្មោះថាជា omega តែប៉ុណ្ណោះ ប៉ុន្តែការដែលមានភេទជា omega គឺតែងតែត្រូវគេមើលងាយជានិច្ចព្រោះទន់ខ្សោយ តើនឹងមានរឿងអ្វីកើតឡើងក្រោយ omega តូចប្ដូរវិញ្ញាណហើយ គេបានជួបជាមួយ Mafia ម្នាក់នោះ...ហើយMafia ម្នាក់នោះជាមិត្តកាលគេនៅនឹងរាងកាយចាស់

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Im 15 and a virgin just so y'all know and if you do end up messaging me text Arctic monkeys for confirmation because I don't know who y'all are and before you text any of my socials comment on the post so I know you're coming or even on my message board

⭑❝ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғʟᴀɢ ʟɪᴇs ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ ʟɪᴇs ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ❞⭑ Step into a world where nations whisper their secrets, and love knows no borders. A collection of bittersweet tales of ⭑ connection, ⭑ loss, and fleeting joy ⭑ in a world divided by lines and flags. Request your favorite nation and find your heart stitched into their story. ❛❛Even the strongest nations crumble under the weight of a heartache..❞

الراويه : أم التوق ✍🏻 • • روايه سعوديه🇸🇦 « نقل روايتي واقتباسها يعرضك لمسائله قانونيه » اللهم بلغت اللهم فاشهد • • Instagram : jjjl1i

Most of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o (Started this when I was 15) just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)

حان وقت إكمال ما توقفنا عنده، رحلة لا تزال في بدايتها.. ستضحك..ستبكي..ستؤلمك قصة أحدهم، ستتعاطف مع آخر. لكن في النهاية ستحزن على فراقهم جميعاً. في بعض الأحيان تكون إرهاقات الفراق أسوأ من الفراق نفسه، عندما تشعر بثقل الحديث حتى يقل مع الشخص الذي كان السلام بينكما يجعلك سعيدًا مبتسمًا. شعورك عندما تكون حزينًا ولا تسطيع أن تتحدث معه خوفًا من أن تكون حملًا ثقيلًا عليه.. عندما تريد أن تعبر له عن اشتياقك؛ لكنك تتراجع خشية ردوده الباردة، كيف هو شعورك وأنت الطرف الأكثر بذلاً للجهد.. لم أكن أطلب الكثير.. كل ما كنت أريده فقط هو أن يكون لي نفس الحب الذي أقدمه! كنتِ ولا زلتِ نجمة مضيئة في دربي، يزداد وجهك ويزداد حبي..مهما طال فراقنا فأنا لا أتخلى عن شيء أعتبرته مِلكاً لي.. وأنتِ أعز ممتلكاتي.