the archives - a poetry portfolio
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Last published Tue, Oct 14, 2025
This is a (semi) professional portfolio of all the original poetry I have written and published. I love hearing critiques on my work as well as any thoughts you may have, so don't feel afraid to reach out. Writing is one of the most ironclad forms of building community and bonds with others. You are seen here, and you are loved.
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"Things I Never Said Out Loud"
These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.Complete
Pages Of My Heart
This is a collection of all of the poems I have written. The topics vary. I started writing poems 7 years ago & it became a huge hobby. My goal one day is to publish a book of all of them.. Enjoy the Pages Of My Heart!Complete
WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL
I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.Complete
Message Not delivered...
CAUTION: I DID NOT PUT MATURE ON BUT CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS OF ABUSE INCLUDING S/A... & probaly some swearing. There will be disturbing sh*t in here. This book is a poem book of my life pretty much. Its my thoughts and emotions spoken in a different suppossed to be more emotional and deeper way then just looking at what happened and crying about it. What happened can never be fixed but I won't let those people go by un-noticed and I hope karma sincerely kicks them in more then the ass someday. I don't wish pain upon no one but I do crave for them to just UNDERSTAND what they made me feel since they all walked away without a scrape, just a smirk on all their faces in the end. Or they're narcassistic. Theres also letters to people who I still think of to this day that will probably never read them but you guys still hold a special place in my heart. This book is letters and poetry to all; people of my past, present, future, and not only just SURVIVORS but WARRIORS too. You're never alone my loves... Welcome to : "Message Not Delivered"Complete
Everything I Never Said Out Loud
🌈 Everything I Never Said Out Loud 🌈 💌 a poetry collection by Skye Gillespie I can't always tell people what I wish to say. But I also can't stay silent forever holding my pain to myself. So this is the perfect balance for that. This book will never be popular enough for tons of reads, but maybe one person will find it and feel less alone. I guess It's like my way screaming into a void. This is a collection of all the words I never had the courage to say to people. 🏳️🌈 Poems about queer love. 💔 About broken families. ♾️ About growing up differently. 🌙 About the noises in my head, the aching in my chest, and the way grief lingers in quiet rooms. 🩹 About healing, heartbreak, and the endless search for a home - in others, and in myself. From love letters that I never sent 💌 to the things I wish I told my father and mother 🕊️ to the versions of me that never made it out of my mind 🧠 It is raw. honest. soft. loud.... It is me.... It's everything I never said out loud...... until now. I hope this makes someone out there feel just a little less alone. You are not alone 💖 💖 💖 . Life is a fight we are all fighting. This is my story, how I deal with life's struggles, and a testament to my strength to get back up after every fall. Thank you for reading!
Thoughts of a Juvenile
Words are sharper than knife they say. Yes it is true. Some perfectly moulded good words can both make and break a heart easily. A poem is a group of such perfectly moulded words given wings to fly. They fly through the mind and heart easily. A hobby is an activity we do to express ourselves, our beliefs and our thinking. For example through drawing, dancing, singing, etcetera. Writing a poem is one of such hobbies. Here words are used. These words and messages are far more twisted. A poem hits the mind, a good poem hits the heart. Thoughts Of A Juvenile is just a collection of my poems.I started writing poems when I was 8. I may not be a great writer. But yeah I write to express. There have been times for me like many other teenagers where I thought I was lost and helpless. There have been good times too. I'm standing on the edge of teenage now, telling you that you can survive this. You can survive everything. All you need is to find your strengths. There are sad nights and then there are mornings full of opportunities. Don't give up. I'm here and I'll always be here. Whenever you feel down just remind yourself "Be stupid". Go out in public and the eat the food you like alone, ask out your crush, flirt like there's no one watching, dance like a ghost has possessed your body, prank people, have a little chat with the nerds you know. Surviving is an art not many can master. Be a Master. There are mistakes in this book and I tried my best to correct them. But couldn't correct them all. I would really love to receive reviews and criticism. Vote if you like it. Comment your views. And follow for more poems. Add it to your reading list or library.Complete
These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.
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