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Random poems from wip poetry collections.
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This poetry collection explores mature and potentially disturbing themes including, but not limited to, death, trauma, abuse, mental illness, violence, sexuality, and strong language. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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4. Memories and Feelings That Still Haunt Me
I've cried too hard for too long as I debated death. Over and over, all I wanted was a quick overdose, a quick way to escape the pain. Until the guilt set it and made me realise, suicide feels too selfish. Instead I turned my sadness into art and my pain into strength. Desperately wanting to carve up my skin, I bled on a page. My screams are silent, hidden behind closed doors, And computer screens. All these horrible emotions kept secret in notebooks. I'm too afraid to speak about it, so I write it down That's how my poetry is made. ~The birth of poetry -Me ____ First place in 2021 Irenic Awards poetry catergory Highest rankings: #16 original work #2 relapsingComplete
Life Would Be Easier If There Were Two Of Me
" If i had another me we'd split the mess and make it art she'd walk into the fire while i rewrote the start she'd go back with eyes wide open say what i was scared to say stop the fall before it happened kiss the ones who walked away I'd still be me but twice as bold half as broken twice as whole if i had another me i'd finally get it right " TW ⚠️⛔️ This collection contains themes that may be distressing or triggering to some readers It speaks openly about sexual assault, rape, suicidal thoughts, mental illness, trauma, and deep emotional pain Nothing is written for shock Everything is written with honesty Please take care of yourself while reading If at any point you need to stop, pause or step away do so Your well being comes firstComplete
"Things I Never Said Out Loud"
Not a recovery book....🫶🏼 Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask.Complete
NAKED
All of us are walking around this earth with insecurities and all we need is for someone to assure us, that there's nothing wrong as we learn to love ourselves unconditionally. 🚨NOT EDITED. Copyright © 2019 All rights reserved no part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of author,except where permitted by law. This book is a work of fiction. Names of characters,places and incidents are products of imagination or coincidence. It's make believe. I do not take credit in any photos used. Completely fictionalComplete
Even Stars Die
"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because despite what others may believe, there are simply times where the fight becomes too exhausting to continue on. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. MAY CONTAIN TRIGGERS.Complete
Life truly unflitterd
Step inside the mind of someone who's lived it all the highs of love, the depths of addiction, the sting of abuse, the thrill of chaos, and the fragile moments of hope. These poems are more than words.they are survival. Written from scars, soul, and strength, this collection dives headfirst into the beauty and brutality of real life.No sugarcoating. Just truth. If you've ever felt lost, wild, broken, or alive this is for you. Its me on paperComplete
I've cried too hard for too long as I debated death. Over and over, all I wanted was a quick overdose, a quick way to escape the pain. Until the guilt set it and made me realise, suicide feels too selfish. Instead I turned my sadness into art and my pain into strength. Desperately wanting to carve up my skin, I bled on a page. My screams are silent, hidden behind closed doors, And computer screens. All these horrible emotions kept secret in notebooks. I'm too afraid to speak about it, so I write it down That's how my poetry is made. ~The birth of poetry -Me ____ First place in 2021 Irenic Awards poetry catergory Highest rankings: #16 original work #2 relapsing
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