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I'm just going to dump some poetry I wrote here. No biggy.

My chapbook:
Sweet dirt; the Writer's Lament. 

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B1cnqeaYMAvPaWtMT0M2ZW0tajQ/view?usp=sharingPublic Domain

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Please don't read this shit book thanks <3 Really just a story of thoughts; scrambled and displaced. Kind of poetic, but mostly tragic. > Editing Slowly

Red isn't always romance, sometimes it's blood, Moon isn't always for lovers, but sometimes for secret cries, Flowers aren't always for marriage, but sometimes for grave, Petals aren't always soft, sometimes they prick the soul. No plagiarism/No hatred plz. Also some things might contain mature contents like self harm. I want to say those kinds of suicidal poems are not to inspire anyone to self harm. I'm strictly against self harm myself. Those thoughts are just a means to release myself. Started writing this book around 25th June, 2021

Spoken Word and Songs (2013-2018) by CerealMilkKiller

A collection of songs and poems I have written over time, they have my collection of things I have written from 2013 to 2018, The newer things are within the second poetry book; Spoken word 2019 I will be making a new one once the new year rolls over;

this is a poetry collection w/ poems i've written recently & started about 3 years ago. i never really been able to express myself in anything other than writing ~ i'm talking about my personal views, love, heartbreak & many other topics. hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it.

Over the years, I've written many pieces of writing, and shared barely a fraction of them here. Recently, I find myself back here again, and in dire need of somewhere to write, and somewhere to share it. This is to be a collection of poems covering various states of emotion, as and when I write them. A lot has happened since I last wrote anything in general so, this is gonna be hard. I hope you all enjoy the journey I'm gonna take through writing all of this, it's gonna take a lot.

Thoughts And Excerpts. || #Wattys2018 by Bunny5002

||Started: 1st April 2018.|| ||Ended: 15th November 2018|| some things I think about :) Along with some quotes that I add deeper meaning too. Some things that I talk about in this book are to no one. Some are dreams. Some are nightmares. Also some things in this book haven't happened to me. Its happened to a friend or I saw it on the internet and changed it up. Also my writing changes throughout this shitty book. Enjoy :)) (Previously known as 'Random Thoughts) {Highest ranking: #222, #85 in poem 2018 #666 in deep 0-o ) P.S. I have a great family life and I am not and (hopefully) never will be suicidal. My family means the world to me. ❤

Everything I wrote about you...

This isn't sadness, it's damnation. // A Modern Tragedy, Volume I | COMPLETED //

Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.

"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, when my organ buried, drummed I know I have breathed earth-kissed breeze While moss grew slow and rich from my fingertips To clothe me and paint me living green, My bones turned to thick wood Bark splintering where furry creatures dip and pry in search of hearth, From my hair, summer grass rose toward thunderstormed sky And when those bloated clouds cracked open, wide I was bathed whole and I thought quite suddenly I must be alive" - I Dreamt I Was Living

Empty Thoughts - I

Please don't read this shit book thanks <3 Really just a story of thoughts; scrambled and displaced. Kind of poetic, but mostly tragic. > Editing Slowly

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