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A quiet, aching monologue from the bones of sorrow itself.
This piece explores the silent burden of living with a grief that doesn't shout but hums softly like guilt behind closed doors or the sound of hope slipping away at night. A raw and poetic meditation on pain, isolation, and the struggle to survive while pretending to be okay.
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EPIPHANY
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In this haunting and deeply emotional prologue, the narrator confronts the profound numbness and despair of a soul drained of life and color. Trapped behind an invisible barrier of pain and silence, they wrestle with the suffocating weight of sorrow and self-destruction. Holding own lifeless self, grapple with anger, helplessness, and a desperate longing to survive despite the overwhelming urge to give in. This raw and poetic opening sets the tone for a journey through inner darkness and the fight for renewal.Dokončeno
WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL
I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.Dokončeno
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They told me to stay quiet. To smile, to endure, to bury the words that burned inside me. But silence is heavy. And sometimes the only way to survive is to write the things no one wants to hear. This book is a collection of truths-raw, tender, and unapologetically human. It speaks of invisible wounds, love that aches, hope that refuses to die, and the quiet rebellion of being yourself in a world that demands masks. If you've ever felt too much, stayed unheard, or carried a storm inside- these words are for you.Dokončeno
Write to Survive: A Memoir of Loss
Write to Survive is an authentic and vulnerable journey of loss told through an abstract lens of poetry, journal entries, and self reflection. Content warning: This work includes honest reflections on mental illness, depression, suicidal ideation, addiction, trauma, grief, emotional abuse, and loss - both through death and the end of relationships. There are mentions of self-harm, substances, and descriptions of acute emotional distress. While these topics are approached with care and honesty, they are unflinching in their reality.Dokončeno
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A tale of fear.
The Quiet that Followed
After the loss of their mother, Noah learns that grief isn't a single moment - it's a language. Through silence, reflection, and the gentle passing of time, Noah discovers that mourning isn't about forgetting but about learning to live alongside what's gone. The Quiet That Followed is a poetic, introspective story about faith, memory, and the quiet forms of love that remain after everything changes. For anyone who's ever grieved in secret, this book reminds you: healing isn't a race - it's a rhythm.Dokončeno
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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.Dokončeno
"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 treasures
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