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8am earlymorning poetry poetrycollection thoughtsandfeelings toomuchfeels writtenwords

Lately, 8 AM are more daunting than the 3AM.
It means getting ready to put on a show like nothing bad is happening. It means no more hiding behind the blanket and laying in the comfort of the bed. It means no more sleeping a little more even if you were awake until 3. See that's why 3AM is a little better, you still have time to prepare to face another day but 8 AM is a no escape.All Rights Reserved

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𝐀𝐕𝐀 by itsliafr

Isn't it sad that everyone you love will pass away later in the future? Your lover, mother, father, sister, brother, everyone. There's no saving them from this death, all you can do is spend as much time as you can before their clock runs out. But what happens when you realize that your clock is running out sooner than others? Started: August 3rd, 2022 Ended: August 7th, 2022

Blood Bath by dreampixie15

You've always been in the background-watching, waiting-as she captured his heart effortlessly. No matter how much you treasured your friendship, no matter how much you told yourself it didn't hurt, the truth lingered like a cruel whisper: he never saw you. But you refuse to fade into the shadows any longer. Desperation turns to determination, and soon, you're willing to do whatever it takes to make him notice you-even if it means crossing lines you swore you never would. Even if it means losing the people who truly care about you. Because love isn't always patient. And sometimes, obsession is just another word for devotion. How far will you go before there's nothing left of the person you used to be?

Diary of a Mad Jezebel by TwilaNile777

In a world where success is measured by gold, love became a puzzle, elusive and cold. She longed to fill the emptiness inside, yearning for a soulmate to stand by her side. With flaws laid bare, she sought to be seen, a heart so raw, a soul between. Then came a love, strong and true, a resilient spirit, their bond grew. Magnetic, captivating, they intertwined, easing the burdens that weighed her mind. For the first time, love felt real, in his embrace, her wounds could heal. Convinced he was the missing part, her heartbeat steady, no longer torn apart. Yet fate has a way of shifting the skies, their tale took a turn, a darkened disguise. Secrets uncovered, truths brought to light, the joy they shared crumbled in the night. A shattering blow, her heart left torn, the love she believed in now was worn. Yet through the pain, there came a chance, redemption's whisper, a final dance. Amid the brokenness, she found her way, a new understanding of love's true sway. No longer blind, she questioned the cost, the essence of love, now understood, but lost. For in the end, love is not just a piece, but a journey of healing, and finding release.

Just Another Heartbroken Story by soccer1325

There's nothing to it. Really. I'm just and average girl who's finding out that the world is big. In fact, it's too big. It's so big it's messing up me and some of the people I care about. And it's just because I learned a new concept called love?! I could go on and on, but these are just my free-written poems about love, heartbreak, recovery, and just being okay that I write hoping someone is there. Maybe someone will understand. And maybe, just maybe, I'm not alone.

Self-Destruction by Neko_Noelle

Fake a smile, No one knows you're broken. Fake a smile, it's easier than trying to explain why you're sad. Fake a smile, lie and say you're fine, it's easier then trying to explain why you do what you do. Quotes, Stories, Entries and Poems about what it's like to be depressed, alone, suicidal etc...

Caffeine and Me by italygirl89

A collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my day-to-day life, and the random thoughts I have that might become something more than a fleeting pearl of wisdom.

Inside Me (Poems) by buglightyear

Some poetry that was written at 3am

I'm Starting To Think... by Sec-ret

...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}

Strawberry Cocktails by Rosette_NGC2244

"Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow." A very short novella (Only about 10k words in total) that I used to get me out of a writing slump, with little to no action but lots of emotions. A reflection on my mind of what love is, and what defies it? What if, I loved someone I didn't? What if, I fell in love, again? What does it feel like, to be in love so desperately?

12 AM Thoughts || Original Midnight Poetry by TeraphobicPasta

Do you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of thoughts soaring by. ------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my thoughts. You're welcome to stay so long as you'd like. Some are hopeful, some are beautiful, some are gloomy, some are mournful. But all are true to me, and all are from the night.

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𝐀𝐕𝐀

Isn't it sad that everyone you love will pass away later in the future? Your lover, mother, father, sister, brother, everyone. There's no saving them from this death, all you can do is spend as much time as you can before their clock runs out. But what happens when you realize that your clock is running out sooner than others? Started: August 3rd, 2022 Ended: August 7th, 2022