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Alone (Poetry)

KyleStottlemyer

Leituras 1,421
Votos 161
Capítulos 24
Tempo 17m

Leituras 1,421
Votos 161
Capítulos 24
Tempo 17m

KyleStottlemyer

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Just a place to write my poetry. It's really nothing special. If you like my work, please vote, follow me, and tell your friends, family, ex girlfriends, ex boyfriends, dead people, strangers, etc. Seriously, just run up to somebody you don't know and tell them about me. I'm sure they won't call the cops... I might be wrong about that. Anyways, I would love it if you would follow and support me with my work. The only reason I do not publish as often as I could is that I feel as though it isn't vital to do so. If I had a willing audience, I'd possibly publish a new poem DAILY. So, I insist that you read, vote, follow me, and please give me any feedback possible. I need it. - Kyle D. StottlemyerTodos os Direitos Reservados

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Someone New ✓, de wambuimuiruriii

"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

The Broken Girl, de Asterizm

... I didn't know what to do... so I did nothing. There I was, sprawled onto the ground. Just looking at the sky. Wishing... praying... pleading that it would lift me up and take me far away. The bitter air stung my skin like wasps, but still I laid there my legs bare and my body now trembling, did I care though? Would it be so bad for everything to just stop? ___________________________________________ At a young age Zara had entire life was stripped away from her, but she didn't give up she built a new one... only to have that one torn apart as well. It seems everywhere she goes there's trouble lurking around the corner. There's no escape, and no entrance, it only is. Not only is her mate not what she wanted but yet again a curve ball is thrown into the mix leaving Zara's life in jeopardy. What will happen to Zara will she over come this new problem? Will her life ever be normal? Will her mate change? Or better yet does she want him to? A/N: This is my first story I haven't plotted it I'm just writing and seeing where it gets me. May contain swearing and some possible heated scenes, you have been warned!!!

Thoughts of a Juvenile , de jyfvjhtv

Words are sharper than knife they say. Yes it is true. Some perfectly moulded good words can both make and break a heart easily. A poem is a group of such perfectly moulded words given wings to fly. They fly through the mind and heart easily. A hobby is an activity we do to express ourselves, our beliefs and our thinking. For example through drawing, dancing, singing, etcetera. Writing a poem is one of such hobbies. Here words are used. These words and messages are far more twisted. A poem hits the mind, a good poem hits the heart. Thoughts Of A Juvenile is just a collection of my poems.I started writing poems when I was 8. I may not be a great writer. But yeah I write to express. There have been times for me like many other teenagers where I thought I was lost and helpless. There have been good times too. I'm standing on the edge of teenage now, telling you that you can survive this. You can survive everything. All you need is to find your strengths. There are sad nights and then there are mornings full of opportunities. Don't give up. I'm here and I'll always be here. Whenever you feel down just remind yourself "Be stupid". Go out in public and the eat the food you like alone, ask out your crush, flirt like there's no one watching, dance like a ghost has possessed your body, prank people, have a little chat with the nerds you know. Surviving is an art not many can master. Be a Master. There are mistakes in this book and I tried my best to correct them. But couldn't correct them all. I would really love to receive reviews and criticism. Vote if you like it. Comment your views. And follow for more poems. Add it to your reading list or library.

Black And Grey, de Melanin3000

"I'll make you a promise,mom" I say as tears roll down my cheeks "No,Jessy... You don't make promises when you're angry" she says wiping my tears "I'm not angry,mom. I'm dead serious" I say clenching my fists "No.. Jessy" she says softly "I'll make sure you get the life you deserve" I say "You don't deserve all this,mom" "I'm sorry.. I'm a crappy child" I say still crying "Shh,don't say that"she says covering my mouth... I look up to the sky and I look back down. "I don't see any light in my life,it's all black... I have a black and grey life" I say pissed off Jessica is the only child of her parents .. She has an abusive dad and a caring mom. She's tough and she doesn't wanna mingle with guys because she's scared she'll get heartbroken.. But when she's completely down and she thinks she can't go on anymore,she meets the one who she will rest on for support.. Everything is taken away from her and there's a little struggle.. Jessica has seen the tough side of life and all she wants to do is make her mom happy.. Love has done nothing but hurt her. One day,she meets the one who corrects her meaning of love... Please y'all,give this story a chance.. I love all my readers.. Thanks for your support. Love:Melanin3000💜💙 Started on Friday 14th May,2021 and ended on Sunday 10th April,2022

Noah (Obsessions in Overdrive #1), de MarcelinePierson

I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

Trapped in my own head, de WildImaginations16

She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can. The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day. (8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking: #1 shortpoem #1 distressing #1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)

June., de sleeplessinspain

[COMPLETED] Dear June, Deep breaths. Count to ten. Take a step. Take another step. You can do this. You've got this. Just breathe. What happened to you? Was it the pressure? Was it the depression? Was it the loneliness? What was it? Do you know, or can you not comprehend what I am saying? I wish I could answer those questions. But what if I could? What if I could take you back to that one moment when everything came crashing down? When everything fell apart. When you felt like somebody was trying to beat you down. But I can't. I can't explain the emptiness of your heart. Sorry. -June. Completed on 15th November, 2016. (11:21 PM)

Alone At Last (UNEDITED), de Random_Art329

PLEASE READ DESCRIPTION! Everyone likes being alone once an a while. That feeling of peace and all your problems drifting into space melting away, 16 year old Luke soon learns that being alone is not always a pleasant feeling. When he wishes to be left alone upon a wishing well he soon discovers being alone isn't such a nice feeling. As Lukes mind slips away from reality he's losing sanity. How much longer can he take this madness?? Is he doomed too forever be this way? Take a journey with Luke as you read the story "Alone At Last" as he struggles to survive. PREVIEW INTO BOOK: ... When I shut the door behind me I realized that no cars were driving out here either. They were all empty and abandoned. As I strolled by there were no people talking in the coffee shop windows. There were no people eating in restaurants. There were no sounds except my heavy breathing and the howling wind. "HELLOOOOOOOO" I shouted, "IS ANYONE HEREEEEE HELLOOOOO!!?" I continued to call out to no one in particular feeling a little agitated by the growing silence. That's when I heard it... The winds howling came to a stop. The world seemed to stop turning. Time itself came to a halt. Leaves caught in the breeze and remained motionless. That was until the wind came calling back to me, and in this it whispered one word that answered all my questions... Alone- ---------------~~~~~ Thank you for choosing to read my story I hope you like and enjoy it!!! Please note: I am not a professional writer and I am terrible at spelling so don't judge!!!! THIS IS THE UNEDITED VERSION! THE EDITED VERSION WILL BE POSTED SOON! WARNINGS: NOTE: BOOK INCLUDES: 1.) SWEARING - & HATEFUL WORDS 2.) BULLYING - 3.) SUICIDE & MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (also incudes thoughts and mentions of it)- 4.) BLOOD & GORE (lightly graphic)- 5.) ABUSE- 6.) And other things like that Don't say I didn't warn you!!! DONT FORGET TO VOTE !!! <3

Why You, de possibilities5

Just poems. Some poems that I have written and others from the internet. If you would like to send me poems, I will dedicate that page to you. Or if you want to stay anonymous that's fine, too. Poems that I have wrote will have a '*' at the end. Please don't steal my own poems, because I worked hard on them. If you do choose to steal MY works, I am hurt. Use your own inspiration and creativity, please, it's not very hard (edit: it is very hard) ;) The poems that I have not written belong to there rightful owners. I will not be taking credit for them.

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Someone New ✓

"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard