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detritus | a compilation of poetry

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Leituras 386
Votos 67
Capítulos 8
Tempo 6m

compilation detritus poems poetry trash waste write writing

de·tri·tus: waste or debris of any kind. 

even among heaps of decaying words, bits and pieces of life can still be found.

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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓], de PuddingEmperor

I think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.

poems for you. always for you. ✓, de mari_thepoetess

poems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that are always worth it in the end. poems for the words that have saved me, the words that i hope will travel the whole world to find you. poems for me. (misc collection ~ some are love poems, sad shit, prompt-inspired, etc) cover credit: @leolantsov #1 on 'teenpoet' Jan. 4, 2021 #1 on 'originalpoetry' Feb. 6, 2021 #1 on 'poetess' Feb. 25, 2021 #1 on 'mypoetry' Apr. 28, 2021 #1 on 'poetic' Jul. 25, 2021

collection of my written poetry if you are sad it might make you sadder

❝Everything that lies beneath these pages full of scattered ink, has become the definite reminder of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.❞ -All poems are mine. -May contain spoken word poetries and short stories. Highest Rank: #13 in poetry (01-06-19)

Where there are words; there is comfort. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● It's exhausting, The dreams I have; Trying to make what's fantasy, Include no hardship. Into false of hopes of reality. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● ☆In this monumental universe, there are only few things that could last. One of mine is words.

Love, Loss, and Life, de stephenoldpoetry

a collection of poems about my sixth grade year. no identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Love. Loss. Life. These are the three things that have been thrown at me this past year as I experienced my first year in middle school and beyond. I knew I was in for something...but I never knew my life-and my friends' lives-would change so dramatically... for better or worse.

When I Can't Do Anything Else, de Dreamwald

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

When You Read it, You'll know me, de vivianb118

Just words that flow A river in my head It twists and turns And never stays the same The current is strong You can never go back Pen it down And remember The joy of the ride Through the rough bumpy tide That are the words In my mind.

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.

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-ʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴜɴᴀᴛɪᴄ. //POETRY. (I was 13 writing this)

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