THORNS╰┈➤ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

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Reads 16
Votes 6
Parts 6
Time <5 mins

Emotions that go unexpressed and unnoticed, 
Those that lie deep within the folds of a beating heart,
Spilt onto the cold floor as it changes shape,
Taking the form of words,
Words that speak a thousand emotions.All Rights Reserved

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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.

Eventually I write I make small things big things I crush myself to be inspired I weep over nonsensical things I try to uncomplicate thoughts but I can't Welcome to my world of ludicrous regalia With a lot of endless questions flooding you These are the Lost Titles and Forgotten Rhymes ⓒ a.i.s ➋0➀❹

emotions: natural instinctive states of mind deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others. I express these instinctive states through my strung together words of poetry.

Poetry has been the easiest way to describe the way I feel. It will always be the best way for me. I've many poems that are very personal to me. Hopefully you like it.... All of it!!!

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 - ]

A collection of short stories and heart felt poetry that invades my mind.

words don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all

A collection of memories, emotions, and thoughts.

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.

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