shakespeare? nope just me.
- LECTURAS 62
- Votos 8
- Partes 7
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β’this is all a coping mechanism so please do not feel as if i'm doing it for attention. i published this to inspire and share with others.
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Hurricanes of Life
of short stories and poetries that we write just to satisfy ourselves ; precisely our feelings .Concluida
Ceasefire Of The Blues
Life can be gloomy and heavy sometimes, but when you least expect it, you may encounter a fresh gust of wind that brings the warmth of love. In those moments, the clouds of melancholy and despair part, and there is a ceasefire of the blues!Concluida
Unleashed
This is a book of poetry. Basically my emotions unleashed through words. That is how I see poetry. Sometimes what we think about and processes in our head is to much. Writing it all out helps me let go of the mess in my head. Hope you can connect with some of these because sometimes just knowing you are not alone with how you are feeling is enough to comfort yourself.Concluida
Weight of Words
Poetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.Concluida
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
poetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strifeConcluida
Poems of Pain and Solitude
For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.Concluida
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