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TheThingICallMyLife

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TheThingICallMyLife

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Let's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth. And I advise you don't either, it's what makes us who we are.All Rights Reserved

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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 by MayGarner

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

Charades by d1ttoo

"𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙰 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚎." ------ Everyone has their dirty secret. Something that would truly destroy a person if it were to be revealed. This is all Ahira could think of. She's the type to see someone for their flaws, not their strengths. She airs out others dirty laundry and her new target is Silas- a charmer known for his good attitude and undeniable charm to girls. However, after an unexpected encounter, Ahira finds Silas' true personality. He is a jaded soul with a selective attitude that exudes impertinence. What if these two people had accidentally found each other's dirty laundry? Would they destroy their enemy till the end? Or play a game of charades to help conceal the other's pain?

Anhedonia✔ by DanielaTraja

Te ndjerit kenaqesi nuk ka qene ndonjehere kaq e pamundur,derisa cdo emocion tjeter te shtyp zemren.

How to become a Lady with Class? by nobrainfound

Want to become a lady with class? Check this out! ✔

A Dreamer's Poetry by TheZonlichtHeart

This book holds poems woven from dreams, a tapestry of fantasy and obsession, daring to explore the depths of my emotions beyond mere definition. ˚❀　.　˚　　✦　　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.　˚　　❀ .　˚✦　. ✿ 　　˚　　 ❀　　*　˚　　❀　✦　˚ . For me every soul has a simple story, one that unfolds directly. But when it comes to poems, they transcend the ordinary. They are profound, open to interpretation, deciphered through the unique lens of your own perception. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Soo..shall we uncover the magic within these pages, together exploring the spectrum of emotions and the captivating landscapes of fantasy? Umm..I'll take it as yes (*≧∀≦*) N PLS DON'T MIND MY DESCRIPTION M REALLY NOT GOOD AT IT (￣▽￣) ◇Used Pictures are not mine ◇Source: pinterest ♡So picture CREDIT goes to the rightful Author*

Poems*all kinds* by 18Mystery64

Just because you different it doesn't make you a freak or a weirdo, being different makes you unique and importantly it makes you You. Promises were broken, By words left unspoken, Friendships clasped untied, By truth that are hidden in lies, Years of secret coded memories are taken away, By blood forces that bind yet led me astray.~ Dear friend Read on to find the entire poem. I take requests(because I love challenges) but the poem will still be mine:) I hope you enjoy my poems and these are rightfully mine so please don't steal. Thank you:)

last ~ poetry by Ajay-Kumar

~ are these the last ones / or the ones that'll last? ~

Trapped in my own head by WildImaginations16

She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can. The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day. (8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking: #1 shortpoem #1 distressing #1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)

play, pause, replay by seven_hues

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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.