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A collection of writing from sudden spurs of thoughts, ideas, and memories written down on anything I could jot them down on before the next set of lyrical poetry came across my thoughts.
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The Us I Thought We Were ↹ [Poetry]
Just a story of my thoughts, emotions, desires, and experiences all drawn into one. I'm not sure what will come of this, but stick with me and see where this path leads. Its never the destination but the journey that makes it all worth while. #74 - poetryKumpleto
The Lament of the Bard
The collection of my thoughts and feelings this contains They rattle around the heightened corners in my brain And to the public I have cast all these flowing words askew And as I try to release more pieces to the the winds anew To all those who have watched my work, I plead that you don't tire You may request a poem made for you if you have such a desire Please do not hold back the will to comment or suggest something you see Please do give kindness in form of vote and I will continue to serve thee Highest Rank : #12 (Cover is self made)Kumpleto
Symptoms
Poetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.Kumpleto
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 relapsingKumpleto
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
A book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for you. ******** mature languageKumpleto
Broken
Have you ever wondered what goes on inside of the mind of a truly broken soul? The mind of a person with severe mental disorders. The one who smiles on the outside but is really dying within. The one that always appears happy. The person that you'd never guess was suffering every single day. Have you ever questioned what could break a person so badly? Have you ever wanted to get inside the mind of that person? This poetry is mine. This is me, opening my damaged mind to be discovered. Inside you'll find the raw emotions of a truly broken soul.Kumpleto
Epeolatry
Further poetry; that which I cannot preemptively describe.
paracosm-delusional nightmares
{poetry : completed} "𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞." in a tiny corner of the world, but in the vast corner of my imagination, this is my paracosmic delusion, something that i've created out of indignant, dejected and euphoric emotions. each word in this book constitutes my delusional nightmares, the ones that i know aren't really there yet i write about them anyway. this is me, my barest and deepest feelings, and my monstrous thoughts. ✦✦✦ [all rights reserved | ©2021 ] [ cover designed by me ] [ peace \/ ]Kumpleto
Just a story of my thoughts, emotions, desires, and experiences all drawn into one. I'm not sure what will come of this, but stick with me and see where this path leads. Its never the destination but the journey that makes it all worth while. #74 - poetry
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