Pile the Dead

Pile the Dead

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"Pile the Dead" is a collection of dark poems. Each poem is either about mental illness, murder, suicide, drug use, etc. Consider yourself warned. Please, let me know what you think. I would love to hear any constructive criticism. ********** Good Reviews: "You create poems that are structured in ways that I have never seen before. I'm always impressed whenever you update, and have never been disappointed by you. You deserve much more readers than you already have." - @SierraRoot "Pile the Dead is by far the best collection of poetry that I've ever read on Wattpad. You have so many different styles that you write in, and tell so many different stories in each poem." - @DexterGray768 "How you rearranged the same words to give different meanings and/or sentences is just pure genius. You should seriously enter this book in a contest because you'd 1076534% win. Yes, you're so good that you defy the laws of algebra." - User no longer exists ❤️ Thank you all for your amazing encouragement! ❤️ ********** Cover by @SierraRoot
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[THANTOPHOBIA] - the fear of losing someone you love - ### Everybody called her Jasmine but her real name was Diane - who hid behind her loud, enthusiastic character while Jasmine embodied it. Her eyes grew tired every night but nothing stopped her because it was all for her future. Her grip weakened as she fell onto the ground with blood pouring at the back of her head. She was alone. Helpless & weak. Her vision blurred but what she never forgot was the sound of a blade grazing against metal and that was the first time she met him. In a dark alley. She inhaled his scent - golden amber & vanilla whiskey. She knew he was hers when she buried her face into his neck that was warm & welcoming. The complete opposite of him - Isaak Johnson-Rivera. She found comfort in his embrace But it was all short-lived until they met again. She was a retired nurse who was now a wedding planner. And he was set to be a Don. After all of these years he was still hers and she was still his. Even though they burnt each until they were numb, he was still able to sweep her off her feet and leave her guessing. It was both of them against her family - Yulia Golov. The woman Isaak was set to marry. Little did he know the wedding planner was Diane and when he saw her again her gaze was different. Her aura had changed. She was cold, different, altruistic. The opposite of the person he knew from before. The hatred was evident as it poured out her sky blue eyes and he hated himself for it. But their love could overcome everything. Right?

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