No Point Talking.
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  • Reads 106
  • Votes 3
  • Parts 30
  • Time 13m
Ongoing, First published May 19, 2019
There is no point talking about it. In fact, there is nothing to talk about. So, what do we have?

This is not classical poetry. It is not contemporary either. The words used are simple to mean what they intend. Sentences are easy and sensible. Yet, different poems will to different people, do different things at different times. The poetry is such that you do to the poem more than what the poetry can. That is the potency and is outrageously crazy. The subject is the objective of this book. There is no point talking about it. It can only Nudge you, point at you, for you to touch your own self. How else is one to do that than in their own way?

If in the mood to get high, you may go higher. You do not have to, but you will be aware of how something is happening out of nothing. If open and willing, you will arrive at what's here and now, infinite and ultimate. The whole thing is within, with or without this book. This is a catalyst, or a mirror, or a window, or a game to play. There is no point talking about it, so read!
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127 parts Complete Mature

Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |