The Poet & Late Nights
  • Leituras 102
  • Votos 13
  • Capítulos 7
  • Tempo <5 mins
  • Leituras 102
  • Votos 13
  • Capítulos 7
  • Tempo <5 mins
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jan 17, 2021
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Is it late at night, or is it early in the day?
My mind wanders and my fingers type away.

NOTE: For aesthetic purposes, I recommend reading with default theme mode. ^^ Dark is fine too if you wanna just read, plus the pictures will still be visible too!

Artist Credit: All images drawn by me, including the cover!

(Trigger warning: depression, self harm, sexual assault/abuse, ect.)

(Disclaimer: Some of these don't neccessarily relate directly to my life and/or experiences. They are just things that comes to my mind when I'm up late at night feeling like something's not right.)
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This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness. I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it. Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be. This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind. Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos. Though, there is beauty in the darkness. Everything can be found in the darkness. You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it. A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things. I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull. It's all that I want to consume my mind. There's so much to learn. The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom. It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become. I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for. Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.
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***UNPOLISHED*** ***PLEASE READ IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS*** EVERYTHING WORD IS LITERALLY STRAIGHT FROM MY ICLOUD NOTES 💀😂 IT IS NOT EDITED "Late nights in Tokyo is cluster of information from me myself" "Describing my ways" "My emotions" "My thoughts" "In my own personal way..." "ON god i cant stand me dealing with these thoughts because sometimes it gets to me other times i successfully get them outta my head... i dont need to be thinking anythng like this for real...i need someone to save me you feel me...because like i said it isnt healthly to just sit here and feel like this...i gotta find good in the bad and most of the time it is...I wanna help so many people as i can and tell them this is the way...i wanna be peoples light..its sounds dumb but i know how to feel and i gotta get all this hate and dark feelings out" "I made this because I always wanted to keep track of my thoughts and feelings and maybe this will passed on to someone who wants to understand me..." "In a beautiful different city like Tokyo" 1/30/19 "The only person that can save me is myself. I shouldn't depend on nobody else on such deep personal feelings" "Late Nights In Tokyo, The "Late Nights" could mean myself or my feelings, thoughts, mindset, and all in general how I perceive things. Same thing with "Tokyo" I could be in my head overthinking or expressing my emotions flexing my own beauty. Hence why calling Tokyo a beautiful city. My thoughts and etc (Late Nights) are within myself (Tokyo) "Late Nights in Tokyo". Goes without saying, everyone's own way of thinking it's unique and different...everyone has their own beauty". "Scattered thoughts and emotions just written down from an emotional teenage boy, trying to figure himself out". Enjoy 3/29/20 December 20, 2016 (first created) October 11, 2019 (finished)
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