A Poet's Diary
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  • Reads 5,219
  • Votes 288
  • Parts 58
  • Time 47m
Ongoing, First published Mar 07, 2023
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She doesn't simply cry when she's upset or disappointed, nor does she just smile all day when she finally get to grab that tiny bit of hope. It would be hard for her to talk about love just as simply as bringing up a favorite song, nor would it be easy to talk about a heartbreak. She couldn't just talk about the things that she misses, or even the things that she admires about life.

She'd think to herself that what she has shown is only a mere facade of what she truly felt. So for every tear, every smile, every lonesome time, and every hope and fear, she wrote it all out.





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Poems of Pain and Solitude

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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.