Ghosts Of The Attic

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The Attic is the home to all of the pitiful, lost souls that have died, whether it be from suicide, an unsolved murder, or something even more gruesome. And no living being has ever been there...until now.All Rights Reserved

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A collection of Poems about a cluster-fuck of things; from wanting to die to jumping in front of trains, to sex on the phone and love beneath the bedsheets. Being so full of emotion to void of it all, the darkest of thoughts and most suicidal of moments. All boundaries crossed - Death, Rape, Mental Health. The Sun and the moon, and the wrath of an endless sky of stars. Where violence and abuse walk hand in hand, and the rain makes you wonder "what do our rooms look like when we die?" [warning://contains.death.and.life.&.everything.in-between.&:@/) You're going to have to read it to find out.

Dedication: For all the lost souls wandering this lonely earth, For the once still haunted by their past, For the once still running from their monsters, You are not alone! You are stronger than this! You will get through it! Trigger warning: Use of strong language Love or more so loving the wrong people Maybe mentioning: Depression Suicidal Thoughts Borderline personality disorder

This book contains raw, unfiltered, and graphic material. These Psalms deal with real life battles- addiction, abuse, suicidal ideations, mental illness, self-harm, trauma, homelessness, loneliness, overdose, spiritual warfare, and demonic oppression. They expose fake Christianity and bring prophetic messages. They uncover the deception Satan weaves into Catholicism and Christianity. They pull the mask off holidays twisted into lies. And they shine light on the corruption of today's society. This is not a book of polite rhymes, sugarcoated verses or polished lines. This is blood, sweat, and tears It is written for those who are struggling and don't know where to turn If that's you-know you are not alone There is hope, There is healing There is Jesus 📞 Crisis Resources (U.S.) • Suicide & Crisis Lifeline: 988 • Substance Abuse Helpline (SAMHSA): 1‑800‑662‑4357 • National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1‑800‑799‑7233

a collection of poems, not bound by rules, nor themes, nor length. little pieces of everything, strung together into a calm chaos. a myriad of a stranger and a lover's confessions. a mystery, and a timeless entity.

Poems of my heart and soul.

deep down everyone has secrets , deep down everyone is in pain. some people are just better at hiding it or feel like pain is okay. a girl who seems happy and a guy who can read her like a book pass ways just In this book. tears and joy ,cries and hugs. everything will be okay if she just would have one good luck. But that's not what she cared about, all she wanted was to run away from home, but that grip of her father won't leave her alone . Will he save her fast enough? Or will he help alone not be enough ? - - - " where were you? " " w-what? " " i walked past your class, I was going to walk you to lunch, I wanted t- uhm but you weren't there." " uh I left earlier because I needed to go to the bathroom." " no, I had free period I was waiting on you there the whole time. " Disclaimers 🛑 This isn't a fantasy book This is my first book so I am not the greatest Warnings ⚠️ ⚠️ selfharm, suicide, rape, abuse, death, child loss

*COMPLETED* This must be our Lake house I inspect the rest of the house and pull down the string that leads up to the attic I head up and there's boxes piled up full of dust. I switch on the light and look through the boxes I see a box filled with pictures and carry it down the steps I close the attic door and head to the lounge sitting on the floor I look through the pictures of my mom and dad holding Jasmine and myself and Jamie-Lynn and Josh. Why would they keep this away from me does everybody know besides me? tears start running down my face I sit sobbing on the floor looking at the pictures my whole life was a lie. Why would they do this to my sister to their own daughter have this people no heart.

2023-2025 | Nonfiction, Poetry, Random, General Fiction This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination and are fictitious unless otherwise noted. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior permission of the author. This work is the property of S.M RAVENWYNN. Copyright © 2024.

The State Of Blissful Misery by rattylittlehole

Strong and explicit language. Triggering topics. For mature audience only. Poetry exploring the darker side of the enfactions one crosses. Embracing the malevolence. Let the light slip through you as you enter the world below you. Be unafraid of what it has to offer to you. See the warriors who fight alongside you or slay the ones who rebelled against the one thing that would have saved them. As always, I will be editing the collection every now and then. I am unstoppable. Not even death can rip editing my poetry from my dead hands.

Merlin in the Tower of Stars by LEXTALI0NIS55

"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet." ― Plato The Madman of the shore, the dead eyes of the tower, the world is only in your head, only when I am dead will you begin to unravel the unseen Realm stored within my head, ages of anthologies, the heart of a dead god trapped among the disappointment. The firmament of awe, where we can pick the glassen stars, O' how we forget we are living- to believe in death is to foresee it, must you weep? miserable soul of the anchor.

Poetry As Ruined As I

A collection of Poems about a cluster-fuck of things; from wanting to die to jumping in front of trains, to sex on the phone and love beneath the bedsheets. Being so full of emotion to void of it all, the darkest of thoughts and most suicidal of moments. All boundaries crossed - Death, Rape, Mental Health. The Sun and the moon, and the wrath of an endless sky of stars. Where violence and abuse walk hand in hand, and the rain makes you wonder "what do our rooms look like when we die?" [warning://contains.death.and.life.&.everything.in-between.&:@/) You're going to have to read it to find out.

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