Confessions Of An Anxious Poet
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There is no other way to say all of these things except in the way I have said them in these 18 poems. And that is the very beauty of poetry.
From me to you, with love: Confessions Of An Anxious Poet.
I hope you enjoy these❤
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that's Y I wrote iT.
Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. IComplete
Broken
Have you ever wondered what goes on inside of the mind of a truly broken soul? The mind of a person with severe mental disorders. The one who smiles on the outside but is really dying within. The one that always appears happy. The person that you'd never guess was suffering every single day. Have you ever questioned what could break a person so badly? Have you ever wanted to get inside the mind of that person? This poetry is mine. This is me, opening my damaged mind to be discovered. Inside you'll find the raw emotions of a truly broken soul.Complete
Surges of Sadness
Poems about raw feelings that aren't very easy for me to be honest about in my life.Complete![No Shows [Poetry]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/98422352-256-k541177.jpg)
No Shows [Poetry]
incoherent babbling from a low place in my mind. my poetry doesn't follow any rules. ✨lots of cursing✨depression✨hopeless romantic babble✨ proceed with caution. 2016-2017Complete
Thursday
The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.![Tacenda ♡ [Poetry]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/131972336-256-k385323.jpg)
Tacenda ♡ [Poetry]
Tacenda (n.) Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence "My poems were as deep as the heart they were written with. "Poetry is what the heart says when the mouth can't speak." Copyright © RavishingPoet 2018 [Highest In Poetry - #133] [December 16, 2017 - ]Complete
MY BRAIN (poetry)
As a person who overthinks all the time my mind flows with my most precious thoughts, always seeking to create everlasting essays that shape me. There's beauty in honesty, and that's what I want to bring to every piece. I read each of my thoughts as poems. Read however you my feel the words should be read. My mind is an everlasting poem. Here are some honest thoughts from my mind and some of my favorite things. BY: PEOPLEREADTOOComplete
When I Can't Do Anything Else
When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]
Early Stages
This book is going to be a compilation of all the poems I wrote between the age bracket of 12 to 16. Though not in chronological order, let's see where the poetry writing journey has taken me.Complete
poems for you. always for you. ✓
poems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that are always worth it in the end. poems for the words that have saved me, the words that i hope will travel the whole world to find you. poems for me. (misc collection ~ some are love poems, sad shit, prompt-inspired, etc) cover credit: @leolantsov #1 on 'teenpoet' Jan. 4, 2021 #1 on 'originalpoetry' Feb. 6, 2021 #1 on 'poetess' Feb. 25, 2021 #1 on 'mypoetry' Apr. 28, 2021 #1 on 'poetic' Jul. 25, 2021Complete
Drink up~ the loneliness. Broken.~ Crushed.~ Shattered.~ Torn.~ Explore my deepest.. We have to lose grip and lose ourselves to realise things, accept the changes even if it takes someone so precious to let go and break you in pieces I remember being once a teenager and thinking I had no one to speak to. So I wrote my pain in poems, it did help but having to think my friends or Family would never understand. I was wrong. Mental health matters. Volume. I
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