Let's Go On an Adventure
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I read a lot of sad, depressing things here on Wattpad. And, believe me, I get it. I wrote some sad, depressing things too. One of my favorite song lines is, "There is beauty in the breakdown" from Let Go by the Frou Frou. I believe that-- that there is beauty in the breakdown. That's why the poems on here are so beautiful.
But sometimes something uplifting needs to be written. And though life can really suck at times, and there are times when we feel like nothing... life can be beautiful and wonderful as well. So I'm here to write of the beauty in life. Life is an adventure, so let's go.
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"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am too much. I am too much, to be let go." Number 73 in the 2017 Literary Awards Completed 12/21/16 My 1st poetry book.Concluída
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❝In my mind, there is pain. I am exhausted. I feel defeat from my hair tips to my feet- my body feels the stress weighing down on my shoulders. I try and try every day, but nothing seems to go my way. In my mind, there is pain, yet I try because one day, I will feel great. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my observations and perspectives, some full of laughter and fun, others painful and dark, suffocating, leaving me with nowhere to run. ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ A collection of unedited poems I wrote extemporaneously (ages 16-18), as well as a chockfull of quotes. This books contains my: Poems 105- & Quotes 96-175. Formerly known as: ❛My Poems and Quotes Book (Vol. II),❜ 2017-2020. Volume Two of My Poems and Quotes. Feel free to check out Volume I, labelled as ❛Body,❜ on my profile. Don't forget to vote and comment; I love engaging with you guys! :D ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿Concluída
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Inside my brain [Completed]
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Just a glimpse into my mind. Or if you want a better synopsis, read below. I like to type out my feelings into poems with no actual structure. I hope to make you laugh sometime and even cry because I just do. Warning: these come from angsty teenager Jenny. (Formally: Jenny's Poetry, Short Things, Words From A Teenager, Somewhere Over The (Glorified) Rainbow.) The posts are short so it shouldn't take a long time to read. I really did try to use proper grammar. Sometimes. Okay, fine. It's rare-ish.
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