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the sky spills open and the flowers gleam gold, and looking up at the sunlight i see it all written clear as day in the trees

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Spilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||

love & heartaches

I gathered all of my writings in here. The writing I wrote while everyone is sleeping. These writings are my other side. The other side that no one ever knew.

This is a personal documentation through poetry. I am learning to look inward now, give myself love when I least want to. I do not live to love others, I live to love myself. I will find and create what is enough for me, and you will learn to let it be enough for you. 2022

Rosses grow after rain

Just a glimpse into my mind. Or if you want a better synopsis, read below. I like to type out my feelings into poems with no actual structure. I hope to make you laugh sometime and even cry because I just do. Warning: these come from angsty teenager Jenny. (Formally: Jenny's Poetry, Short Things, Words From A Teenager, Somewhere Over The (Glorified) Rainbow.) The posts are short so it shouldn't take a long time to read. I really did try to use proper grammar. Sometimes. Okay, fine. It's rare-ish.

It's like my diary, only slightly more organized. I had a writing gap of about 5 years, everything after the poem that says that is new!

Our Summer : My Truth by starcrossedheart

I am broken And now that you see, what you've allowed to happen to me The evils you have forced into my existence Self-serving evils now defying you with such persistence You try to cover up your lies Dangling hope in front of my eyes ~~~ I write to inspire others and to find a piece of myself that was lost or I never knew I had. This book of poems, and sometimes random thoughts will include my raw emotions, late night thoughts and my opinions on random topics. Happy Reading!!

Nobody Was Meant to See by anuninspiredpoet

[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-

anger and loneliness

Arcadia

Spilled thoughts, letters from no one, stories of another time, another place. - || H.R. : #50 in Poetry ||

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