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songs and poems I wrote
I hope you enjoy
Some of my writing is dope
Or feelings I deploy
Just know once you get sucked in
You wont have a choice
("Poetry is a song without music."- Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's Fear)All Rights Reserved

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Poems of Pain and Solitude by words_harm_and_heal

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

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

It's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]

Introverted By My Thoughts [✓] by kingiaam

A Poetic series. . With Every passing breath, I sink even deeper into a pool of my own darkness. . *Whispers* "Not your usual poetry"

Where there are words; there is comfort. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● It's exhausting, The dreams I have; Trying to make what's fantasy, Include no hardship. Into false of hopes of reality. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● ☆In this universe, there are only few things that could last. One of mine is poetry.

(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that they hear me - they answer back with life. PLEASE NOTE: This is NOT meant to trigger anyone. I am merely expressing the emotions that I feel within. (I do not own any of the pictures in my story.)

"Whispers In The Wind" | COMPLETED by MsCrimeless

"Whispers in the Wind" is a collection of poems that dance like the breeze-soft yet powerful, fleeting yet unforgettable. Each verse carries emotions, unspoken words, and quiet reflections, drifting through the pages like whispers only the heart can hear. From love and loss to hope and longing, these poems capture the beauty of life's moments, carried by the wind to those who listen. Let your soul wander through the verses and find meaning in the echoes of the unseen.

Emotions and feelings that cant really be expressed any other way. Words became songs and poems that dont rhyme. Enjoy.

Unrequited Love for No One in Particular by prancil22

I'm in love with no one, but with that emptiness comes freedom for my heart to wander along with my mind.

A peek inside my mind of what I go through but never say out loud. This is the closest my poems will go out to the world but this is a small step in the right direction. I hope you like it here. 🌷

Poems of Pain and Solitude

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

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