{carving thoughts on paper, turning feels into verses}

{carving thoughts on paper, turning feels into verses}

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Poetry here. This book is a letout for me, I'm not gonna write happy things in it and update whenever I feel the need to. I'm French and English isn't my first language, so please feel free to show me if there's any mistakes. And maybe I'll post some poems in French if I write some. I hope you'll read that and not relate because to be honest those must be pretty depressing to read. TW/!\ Please read at your own risks, there will sometimes be vague or clear allusions to : self-harm, suicide/suicide thoughts/attempt, anger/abuse (not sure but let's put a warning anyway) and a bunch of overly depressed and depressing things/feelings, and I really don't want to upset anyone with that. Please do not repost.
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The Wind

A collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please comment any thoughts. Well it seems I have poured more of myself into this book of poems than I've really expressed to any one person irl. But the masochist inside me really wants you all to read it because why not share my head with strangers? But maybe this matters. Maybe this shows something- some progression becuase some of the earliest poems are are about, or reference, self harm and I'm glad to say that's behind me. I can follow a lot of my relationship with existentialism throughout it, as well as simply my attitude towards poetry (quatrains of iambic tetrameter with abab rhyme schemes are still cool but they aren't my go-to.) So yeah, maybe writing poetry in a toilet when I'm trying to calm down from a panic attack, or better yet in the midst of having one, and putting it up on some anonymous platform means something. Because I'm still not what else does.

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