Too Raw To Be Considered Poetry
- Leituras 334
- Votos 49
- Capítulos 43
Em andamento1h 10m
Última atualização qui, mai 1, 2025
They said don't retire
They said don't stop writing poetry
They wanted to talk so much about me, and I had a lot of things that I've kept in the chamber
From an ex-fiancé who slandered my name and integrity, to church members who wanted me to stop performing.
These bars and poems are meant to be spoken and written.
This is too raw to be considered poetry. This is my story.
Act One Scene One...
Todos os Direitos Reservados
#622
slam
Junte-se a maior comunidade de histórias do mundoTenha recomendações personalizadas, guarde as suas histórias favoritas na sua biblioteca e comente e vote para expandir a sua comunidade.
Talvez você também goste
Let It Consume You
Give yourself time to feel your emotions But don't let them control you Let it consume you But not forever. There are moments in life when you have to let yourself feel, the pain the trauma, the depression the anxiety. There are also moments you have to force yourself out of the darkness, before it fully consumes you. These poems are the moments, when I stewed in my sadness, gave it the steering wheel. But are also the moments I grabbed the wheel and took control. This book is for those healing Those fighting Those who are speaking up And those who are silentConcluída
Life experiences
I've been through my own struggle, whether it was created in my head by way of prolonged sadness or bitterness/resentment, or if I was struggling with things I had no control over like failed friendships, a broken heart, or family drama. This is my advice to you based off of my life experiences. Along with pieces of life experience advice I've included poetry and spoken word pieces from different perspectives and I try to break down life into beautiful words that people can relate to and see that we all struggle- you're not alone and we are each so valuable.Concluída
EPIPHANY
"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you uncomfortable, it's supposed to boggle your mind and touch your heart. And this is what I've done. Most of my words aren't pretty. They are the real ugly truths about the things and people around me. The factors that make me who I am. This is a bringing together of the most intimate tragedies and beauties I've discovered in my mind. A Complication of Poetry. © 2018meditatingineden •Highest Rank• #21 in memoir #60 in growth #22 in contemporary #37 In hidden treasuresConcluída
sunsets after dark. | poetry collection
for the ones that were told they were either "too much" or "not enough" for someone to stay. a collection of short and long poems and occasional updates. "Sorrys are just something you say to avoid doing anything different or better." - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐄𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, Sunyi Dean ‼️𝐓𝐖‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I write what I think. I write what I love, hate, and everything in between. I am weakest in my writing if you don't enjoy it that is not my problem. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 1/1/23 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 | 4th in poetry 6th in poetrycollection 10th in suicideprevention 1st in vending 5th in poem 7th in shortpoem 4th in venting 3rd in rants .♡︎.
"Things I Never Said Out Loud"
These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.Concluída
voicebox magazine: issue 2
"A voice, not an echo." Want a chance to have your work featured in our debut magazine? Submit to Voicebox! We're looking for honest, thought-provoking, creative work--the kind of stuff you're just a little bit afraid to share with the world. Our community is accepting and supportive of each other, and this account is so much more than just simple contests and magazines. Us and our community can't wait to see your work!Concluída
Bare Soul
My Bare Soul can be found at the pit of the glistening waterfalls where my words reside. My loud vulnerability. My truth that I do not hide. My voice although unheard, my words make it come alive. Although it trembles, my hand or pen in it never shakes, it only thrives. Come take a look inside... Maybe you'll find yourself in one of my poems. Or maybe you'll see a soul that unapologetically confides. (Poetry book)Concluída
Medicine
Cutting open my heart to pour out how I feel. It comes down in floods of blood as words scatter on the floor in a jumbled mess or a pathetic attempt to explain my feelings. A book filled with all of my poetry. Enjoy the somewhat dark and somewhat light hearted rhyming poems that I have written.Concluída
Give yourself time to feel your emotions But don't let them control you Let it consume you But not forever. There are moments in life when you have to let yourself feel, the pain the trauma, the depression the anxiety. There are also moments you have to force yourself out of the darkness, before it fully consumes you. These poems are the moments, when I stewed in my sadness, gave it the steering wheel. But are also the moments I grabbed the wheel and took control. This book is for those healing Those fighting Those who are speaking up And those who are silent
Mais detalhesDiretrizes de Conteúdo