Albeit flawed,

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Reads 367
Votes 2
Parts 131
Time 55m

I was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?All Rights Reserved

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These poems here are like my poem diary. (If that makes sense)

[POETRY] Follow this journey with poetry. Circa 2016-2020

My thoughts in writings and poetry by zey786

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Don't fear death. It does nothing for you. Death is at every turn; the challenge is if you choose to accept it or not. Don't fear pain. Pain is how you learn. Pain is the side-effect of life. If you live life fearing getting hurt...can you truly live life fully? I've felt pain. I've accepted death. I've lived, I've learned, I've drowned a few times. If all I have to show for it is small bundles of letters and words...so be it. That's more than I could have ever hoped for. Everything that means anything to me are just words. You can put anything into words. Anything and everything. You can put death into words. You can put pain into words. You can put fear into words. And I have. And you can read them, if you want. You can learn from them; learn to stop fearing, learn to stop living in the future, behind your mask. But only if you care enough to listen. I speak loud and clear, yet nobody can hear me. I am not hidden, yet nobody can find me. If they even try.

All of the chaos made me overflow, now I'm trying to find myself once more. This is my new beginning. This is me, bare. This is starting over. This is for all of the people who have survived the storms and lived to tell the horrible stories. This is for all of the people who can't remember how to be in the aftermath. This is for me. 'b a r e' is my newest collection of poems. it is about me, every single part of me, and my recovery from the storm. I have marked all other stories as complete and do not plan on adding to them. As always, thank you for reading <3

Well these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.

Monsters Inside My Head by the-silent-siren

WARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my first attempt at poetry. It will consist of shit that I've gone through/dealt with and ramblings from my screwed up mind. These works are purely fictional and not meant to be taken literally.

we want to burn and die to fill the page as delicate words and memories and what we want what we need in life is more poetry and less pain but it's only a glimpse into a forbidden world a beautiful scene sharp to the touch so take your look if you can bear it so take my hand if you will hold it and taste the words ------------------------------------------------------ some rhyme less poetry and mindless murmurings for you to drown in. all of these poems are regrets, things i wish i said to people but never could.

Where the bluebirds aren't (a collection of my poetry) {{COMPLETE}} by lunapup1

Keep it in, Don't let them win. See the light, Even in the night. There's demons - yes, we know - But we can't let it show. So keep it quiet, except for here, And know that maybe help is near. Here they'll listen without seeing, Here you can speak without being. Mostly depressing. This is my creative outlet. Everything I write is straight from my head. Please don't copy anything! Thank you so much for 2K reads! Read my second poetry book, "misty."

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