Most of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o 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!)

Just a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years. |On-going|

~ are these the last ones / or the ones that'll last? ~

Writer ~ Rithvik Singh For my mother , My heart is a flower at your feet . Thank you for being the only person who always loves me , even at my worst [ Page No. 3 ] This book will make you feel too many things , all at once just like life does sometimes . [ Page No. 4 ] Dear reader , I love you . and I hope you love yourself enough to leave anyone who breaks your heart . Your heart was mean to be worshiped , not turned into a war zone . I hope this book feels like a warm hug to you . I wrote this book for the ones who feel everything too deeply . You're right i wrote this book for you . 💓 [ Page No. 5 ]

the screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice

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

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My suicide had been two years in the works when I decided not to follow through at the last minute. Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This collection of selected works was meant to be my final offering- the only thing ready for posthumous publication. Blood Orange Periphery includes poems written in the months preceding the end-that-didn't-happen, some of my best teenage scribbles, and journal entries that chronicle the transition from death-planning, to recalibrating life.

A lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it