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N O V A

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"The world was a black atmosphere from the abyss we shared/ Whether you cared or not, the sapphire sky turned crimson red/ Just as the fading moon briskly sheds blood - we were not spared/ Indeed, bound - bound to a limitless drop irregardless of the feel"

N O V A - The Sequel! I believe this is me stepping up and laying it all on ground-level, and possibly further below. A place I hope I am allowed me to turn your world upside down, uncrown you of the mind you supposédly own. I want to show you heaven, then want to show you hell. Now, therefore, understand: "N O V A" is not a blissful story of Cloud 9, nor a praise for death. No, I don't wish harm for you on Earth - nor cause evil to give birth - to worse. It is not a narrative of experience and affliction - nor a disarray - hopefully. "N O V A" is a piece of writing totally, spherical and devoid of lies. It is a stretch beyond the skies, and the birth of a burning gas. "N O V A" is simply a poetic compilation of questions: Do you know yourself? Now, do you understand what you can do?

"Behold, here walks a woman to trespass the grounds of impossibility without shame/ Beware, a Queen holds her baby besides her bosom whilst building speed upon a dark horse/ Unacquainted are we to a mother, a dame, who murders millions for meaning to remain/ Therefore, Belle, being a woman is a forever odyssey to uncovering a lethal weapon of giant force"All Rights Reserved

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Perception of an Angel by Hope_Alexandria_Ray

I wrote this book of poems based off my struggles with mental health, heartbreak, and love. I wrote it to help other people who struggle with mental illness as well, I named the book perception of an angel, because I see the people who struggle the most, as angels. And through our perception of things and emotions, we will find our strength. Our reason to live. We got to keep pushing through the hard and find our fight deep inside ourselves, to reach the good, find your good perception and live; ⚠️⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️ ~~~~~~~!!!!!!!!!!TALKS OF MENTAL HEALTH AND STRUGGLES ALL THAT COMES WITH IT!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~ -BPD -Bipolar -PTSD -other mental health If you or a friend or loved one relates and find yourself struggling please seek help, your life matters, and you matter. Here are some links to help you find support and help if you need it: Crisis Text Line: Text "START" to 741-741 LGBT Youth Suicide Hotline: 1-866-4-U-TREVOR Military Veterans Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-TALK (Press 1) National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-TALK (1-800-273-8255) Childhelp (1.800.4ACHILD) ... National Sexual Assault Hotline (1.800.656.HOPE) National domestic violence hotline (1-800.799.SAFE)

Something Mending -- VOL 1 by EllieAO

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 |

Walking Into Black by Euphedra

Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

Poetry As Ruined As I by HeraYokubo

A collection of Poems about a cluster-fuck of things; from wanting to die to jumping in front of trains, to sex on the phone and love beneath the bedsheets. Being so full of emotion to void of it all, the darkest of thoughts and most suicidal of moments. All boundaries crossed - Death, Rape, Mental Health. The Sun and the moon, and the wrath of an endless sky of stars. Where violence and abuse walk hand in hand, and the rain makes you wonder "what do our rooms look like when we die?" [warning://contains.death.and.life.&.everything.in-between.&:@/) You're going to have to read it to find out.

Wronged by kendallswrites

E-BOOK AND PAPERBACK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON NOW!! - - - MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY - - - When you're born, you are born with an engraving tattooed upon your skin. It is given to you, to determine what man or woman should be your lover. Who should be with you forever once you find them. If you find them. It's a mark that is only half-finished, the other half left on your soulmate's body. Heat emerges on the area of your mark when they're near, and cold grows the farther you are apart. For Anna Cardale, her shoulder is covered in what looks to be half of a wing. A beautiful red and delicate wing. She's quiet, stoic, and doesn't let anyone in. And she certainly doesn't care for a "soulmate" ever since escaping a terrifying past life. But when she moves to a new town and to a new school with a new care home family, her skin heats up. She feels her stomach churn in unnerved expression. It's as if something is yearning to pull her closer. And then she sees him. For it wasn't something that pulled her in. It was someone. And just like her, demons are living deep inside of his soul. Dreaded demons that keep him company. Can she heal him? Or is the other way around? Or perhaps the demons are always the ones who prevail... - - - "I'm sad that this wonderful book is coming to an end. 😢" - LlexieD "This book was phenomenal! I'm in such wow of it." - singingchoirfreak "AHH IM CRYING THIS IS AMAZING 1000/10 YES BITCHH" - BeautyInTheBlackRose - - -

NOW YOU SEE," THE REAL ME" UNDER MAJOR EDITING by darkxdestruction

NOW YOU SEE "THE REAL ME" #1 IN THE SERIES OF POETRY BOOKS //SAD POETRY EDITION (under major editing) "My heart was taken by you, broken by you, and now it's in pieces because of you" My poems aren't the best. The first few poems may not seem worthy of being read but... later down in the book they get better. To some, my poems are beautiful; to some, my poems are shitty and they are rubbish💀. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! I can't promise that your time won't be wasted reading this book. I'm not a professional poet so expect the worst. This book isn't for everyone. It's sad, a little motivating and dark. If you aren't into sad poems don't read this book, it isn't for you. This book contains some of my thoughts,mostly about me or the people around me or just society in general. If you are feeling sad or depressed, please seek help. I know how much it hurts but it isn't too late to heal. Cover made on postermywall ♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡.｡♥*♡∞:｡ Rankings: #1 in sad poet out of 23 07/25/2021 #2 in deep thought out of 4. 8 K stories 07/25/2021 #2 in thoughts out of 73. 4 K stories 07/25/2021 #3 in sad poems out of 10.1 K stories 07/25/2021 #3 in thoughts and feelings out of 10.1 K stories 07/25/2021 #6 in poet out of 14.3 K stories 07/25/2021 #40 in deep out of 26.6 K stories 07/25/2021 #48 in depressing out of 18. 3 K stories 07/25/2021

[kodachrome] by jmnxjmnx

Life is as intense as you want it to be. People in it will bring either tremendous joy or an unbearable pain. She could heal in revenge, hell being her home. But healing through words is the only way of keeping her sanity. Covering the shades of black and white with a thin gray line has never helped anyone before, but painting all those hurtful moments in colors had made the world a better place to live in: resentments under a rug of a smile. Just like a [kodachrome], colorful and vivid in an era filled with sadness. *Mostly fictional with some bases on past, real situations. If there's a situation described here that resembles with someone's else's experiences, it is not intentional at all. PINTEREST BOARD: https://pin.it/4C2Ml4miw

loss for words by bitter-espresso

every day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, but otherwise, i've tried to leave it true to form) *all images are from google, i do not own any of them

Cold Water by adaline_meadows

[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

Thoughts of a Juvenile by SoniyaKale

Words are sharper than knife they say. Yes it is true. Some perfectly moulded good words can both make and break a heart easily. A poem is a group of such perfectly moulded words given wings to fly. They fly through the mind and heart easily. A hobby is an activity we do to express ourselves, our beliefs and our thinking. For example through drawing, dancing, singing, etcetera. Writing a poem is one of such hobbies. Here words are used. These words and messages are far more twisted. A poem hits the mind, a good poem hits the heart. Thoughts Of A Juvenile is just a collection of my poems.I started writing poems when I was 8. I may not be a great writer. But yeah I write to express. There have been times for me like many other teenagers where I thought I was lost and helpless. There have been good times too. I'm standing on the edge of teenage now, telling you that you can survive this. You can survive everything. All you need is to find your strengths. There are sad nights and then there are mornings full of opportunities. Don't give up. I'm here and I'll always be here. Whenever you feel down just remind yourself "Be stupid". Go out in public and the eat the food you like alone, ask out your crush, flirt like there's no one watching, dance like a ghost has possessed your body, prank people, have a little chat with the nerds you know. Surviving is an art not many can master. Be a Master. There are mistakes in this book and I tried my best to correct them. But couldn't correct them all. I would really love to receive reviews and criticism. Vote if you like it. Comment your views. And follow for more poems. Add it to your reading list or library.

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Poetry As Ruined As I cover

NOW YOU SEE," THE REAL ME" UNDER MAJOR EDITING cover

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loss for words cover

Cold Water cover

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Perception of an Angel

I wrote this book of poems based off my struggles with mental health, heartbreak, and love. I wrote it to help other people who struggle with mental illness as well, I named the book perception of an angel, because I see the people who struggle the most, as angels. And through our perception of things and emotions, we will find our strength. Our reason to live. We got to keep pushing through the hard and find our fight deep inside ourselves, to reach the good, find your good perception and live; ⚠️⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️ ~!!!!!!!!!!TALKS OF MENTAL HEALTH AND STRUGGLES ALL THAT COMES WITH IT!!!!!!!!! -BPD -Bipolar -PTSD -other mental health If you or a friend or loved one relates and find yourself struggling please seek help, your life matters, and you matter. Here are some links to help you find support and help if you need it: Crisis Text Line: Text "START" to 741-741 LGBT Youth Suicide Hotline: 1-866-4-U-TREVOR Military Veterans Suicide Hotline: 1-800-273-TALK (Press 1) National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-TALK (1-800-273-8255) Childhelp (1.800.4ACHILD) ... National Sexual Assault Hotline (1.800.656.HOPE) National domestic violence hotline (1-800.799.SAFE)