Elements Of Eloquence
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Ongoing7m
Last published Fri, Jun 9, 2017
~When the storm within- rages into words you can't hold it in.
When trying to hold back, you lose the battle, you couldn't possibly win.
Then the words, will freely flow, the words within begin to grow.
~E.R.O
This is a collection of poems i have composed. Both light and dark, fun and sad. Enjoy!
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ETERNIY: A COLLECTION OF INSPIRITION
DURING A STRUGGLE IN MY LIFE CONSUMED WITH LONINESS AND DRUGS , ENCOUNTERED EVENTS THAT AMAZED ME. GOING THROUGH TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS IN MY LIFE I WAS AT A CROSS ROAD AND HAD TO MAKE A DECISION TO LIVE OR DIE IN THE STATE OF MIND, LOST AND CONFUSED IN A WORLD FULL OF HATRED, MANIPULATION AND DECIET. I WAS IN A SPITITUAL BATTLE AND THE WORDS CAME TO ME IN THE SPIRIT WHICH ALLOWED ME TO OVERCOME LIVING IN THE NIGHT LIFE AND TO TRULY BECOME THE LADY I WAS LOST TO A WORLD OF CONFUSION... THE WORDS I SPEAK ARE FROM MY HEART AND TRUE. I ROSE ABOVE INTO THE LIGHT LED BY THE SPIRITS.Complete
Poesy of Eloquence
❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them. behold the splendor of my haven. ❞ •• "𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅, 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅." 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 And just as the verse goes, a masterpiece was confessed, except it is timeless and will survive long after their time ends. "𝑺𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒙𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒔𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑰 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔." 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 Poesy Of Eloquence is truly a book over whose pages we can obsess. Filled with emotions, at times raw, at times hurt, at times hurt, at others leaving you longing for love even rebellion in certain places. It captivates both the mind and heart. It is is uniquely eloquent, with vocabulary that some might find overbearing but it is such that it perfectly fits the complex emotions and hearts of humans, it adds an essence of elegance making the words dance similar to how our thoughts do when we read it. "𝑭𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒔, -𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅" 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 I do not always find quotable content, words such that I feel captivated. // Review by a reader.Complete
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