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Poetry from a frenchie

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Poetic mess in English or French (and even Spanish if I finally decide to focus in Spanish classes...). However, why not give it a shot on rainy days (because it's a still more badass than "cloudy days with a pinch of sunshine on the afternoon"), and if you want to, we could create sympathetic things from your imagination and mine with texts written by many authors ... Re-however, there are a miscellaneous things to do about this little draft ever since it's mine, yours, ours ! 
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Bazard poétique en anglais ou en français  (peut être même en espagnol le jour où je déciderai de suivre en cours ...). Bref, pourquoi pas y jeter un oeil les jours de pluies (parce que c'est quand même plus badass que les "jours nuageux avec un peu de soleil dans l'après-midi"), et si ça te dis on pourrais même créer des choses sympas à partir de ton imagination et de la mienne avec des textes écrit à plusieurs ... Re-breff, il y a beaucoup trop de chose à faire de ce petit brouillon pourvu qu'il soit à moi, à toi, à nous quoi !
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Inbetween by Luckyone444

Hello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, to let them know I see them suffering in silence. This book is about overcoming the hells of life and letting yourself enjoy the good things that you have. I wrote this when I was going through a really hard time in my own life. This book was my safe place. It's a place for me to express my feelings and to be 100% open with myself. I hope this makes you think about what you can do to start healing and how we have an effect on others. Treat yourself kindly, and be gentle.

Writing Scrapbook by kwexell82304

I gracefully raced down to the bulging rocks, stretching across the shore. Eva was waiting for me, her gorgeous brown hair waving in the harsh winds that made our noses numb, and our cheeks turned red as roses. We had been here together as sisters, stranded at this farm. We had been homeschooled, and never really met anybody else, so when our parents died five years ago, nobody had thought to check and see if we were ok. We were set on surviving, and running our small farm by the lake in Iceland. We owned a few cats, a coop of a dozen chickens, and a handful of pigs. They all stay caged up inside, because we're afraid some would walk out the barn and never return. Along with the livestock, we had a small brick shed with a blazing red roof. It used to be where Father worked on making tools and such, but Eva and I have turned it into a secondary little house. There's a loft we stuffed full of crispy, warm hay. When nights on the farm are late, we stay there. Besides, it feels more like home. The house gets cold at times, and nightmares come upon Eva and I. But curled up next to each other in the loft, although uncomfortable, makes the nightmares not strike as hard. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and other writing. It ranges from stories of abandoned girls in the past, to the horrible end of the world in the future, to haiku about a forest, and a poem about waves washing up on the surface. Join me in the 20+ part and 13000+ word collection, and you're in for a real treat, filled with happy poems, and tragedies that are sure to wrench your heart. I will hopefully continuously add to this as a sort of scrapbook for my writing.

Can I Say Goodbye? by Missdelighted

I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?

UNDERCOVER SOULMATING by chrismae93

Promise you'll catch me; & don't let me down. Or at least not drop me on my face, like the last one did. Guys are so unpredictable, untrustworthy, easily bored, and always find a way to disappoint you. Not this one though! "Sometimes the things you need are right under your nose, and you'll miss them if you don't pay attention." That is what my mom always said anyway. Who knew she was right all along. Snapping out of my own thoughts I opened my eyes and he was still there. Down on one knee staring up at me, waiting on an answer. But why me? I ignored you, made you chase me, then brought drama into your life, bombarded you like a soldier on the front line, and invaded your life! Worked my way in like a flea. Yet you love me? REALLY? My hand balled into a fist and went flying before I could think. All I can say is you bet not let me down! Do not be like the others! Do not embarrass me! I'm giving my all to you, leaving it all in your hands... "Ouch!" Ok. Let's do this! I'm not sure how to put these feeling into words so the poetry and song titles are to help you feel what I am feeling as much as possible. This might get a little steamy at times! Hope you enjoy. Also this is a first draft so please excuse any mistakes, thanks!

Evolution by andshesmiles

There are a lot of things you don't really think about until they happen to you. Take rape, for instance. I always thought, "That won't happen to me. I have a boyfriend. I trust him. He would never take advantage of me like that..." I couldn't have been more wrong. Love in this day and age is often confused for manipulation and abuse. The warning signs are here. The things we say will tell us everything that is wrong. You are worth more than what you think you are. It's not your fault. If they tell you otherwise, get out. Burn the bridge. Always remember someone is waiting for you to walk into their life. Someone needs you. Someone loves you. Getting away from all of the wrong people and finding the right ones could save you. I can promise you right now that it saved me. These are the journal entries and selected poems from my first experience of love that left a unpleasant taste in my mouth- quite literally. I am putting this out for the whole world to see because I hope everyone will learn from my experience. People can see. We have no excuses to continue living our lives in ignorance. ...WARNING... HARMFUL THEMES INCLUDING MENTION OF SUICIDE, SELF HARM, AND RAPE. THIS HAS EXPLICIT CONTENT. RECOVERY AND AWARENESS IS THE PURPOSE OF SHARING. DO NOT READ IF THESE THEMES ARE OFFENSIVE OR HARMFUL TO YOU.

Chicken Soup for my Soul by alphagirl8

This is a little bit of what is flowing through my head. And some daily life stupidities. Full of rants, possible poems and basic day to day events that i feel the need to discuss! (I reccomend looking through the contents before reading just in case you dont like certain things.) Please don't take any of my opinions seriously, it is just me being, well, me. :)

Pain Reconciled by Love by MamaSunflower3

This book is published on amazon.com. I put it on here for Wattpadders to read for free! Have you ever felt so much emotional pain that you just wanted to end it all? Have you ever felt so much physical pain that you thought death was nearer than you had hoped for? Maybe you have felt one, but not both, or maybe you have felt both. These poems were written for those who have felt pain like no other. You may be your own worst enemy, but you are also your own best friend. Sometimes, no one is there to help you get up off that floor, so it is up to you to help your own self. Once you find that you can take care of yourself, you can take care of and love others. Humans need love to survive. If we didn't have love, we'd all be robots and simply not human. The love doesn't have to be from a significant other. Maybe it's from a best friend or close family member? Just know that we are all in this game of life together. So, let's live it with love. I had entered the deepest depths of pain and agony. I had given up on my life. I tried to end my life, and I would have been successful. Three people saved me that day, at the end of 2017. First, was myself. I had to come to terms with who I was and turn it all back around. I had to lean on my Creator, who was my second life saver. Jesus came to my aid and saved my life after I tried to take it. The third person who saved me was my husband. Before we met I would have died, but he needed me just like I needed him. I am alive for him, for my two sons, for myself, and for my Heavenly Father. "I couldn't make it stop, Until I met my rock. So, here are my words of wisdom, "Pain reconciled by love" is my rhythm." There is hope. There is a purpose to this life. Pain Reconciled by Love is full of heartache, but also full of beauty. I'm still alive because there is something for me out there. I hope this is the beginning to something beautiful. For you and for me.

Thoughts of a Juvenile by jyfvjhtv

Words are sharper than knife they say. Yes it is true. Some perfectly moulded good words can both make and break a heart easily. A poem is a group of such perfectly moulded words given wings to fly. They fly through the mind and heart easily. A hobby is an activity we do to express ourselves, our beliefs and our thinking. For example through drawing, dancing, singing, etcetera. Writing a poem is one of such hobbies. Here words are used. These words and messages are far more twisted. A poem hits the mind, a good poem hits the heart. Thoughts Of A Juvenile is just a collection of my poems.I started writing poems when I was 8. I may not be a great writer. But yeah I write to express. There have been times for me like many other teenagers where I thought I was lost and helpless. There have been good times too. I'm standing on the edge of teenage now, telling you that you can survive this. You can survive everything. All you need is to find your strengths. There are sad nights and then there are mornings full of opportunities. Don't give up. I'm here and I'll always be here. Whenever you feel down just remind yourself "Be stupid". Go out in public and the eat the food you like alone, ask out your crush, flirt like there's no one watching, dance like a ghost has possessed your body, prank people, have a little chat with the nerds you know. Surviving is an art not many can master. Be a Master. There are mistakes in this book and I tried my best to correct them. But couldn't correct them all. I would really love to receive reviews and criticism. Vote if you like it. Comment your views. And follow for more poems. Add it to your reading list or library.

She Kills (2016) by Sennafumi

Fun and a bit of sex mixed with travels and introspection. That is "She Kills". This novel was supposed to be the sequel of "Abat-Jour", my novel published by Inknbeans in 2015, that was about four guys and a series of trips to Spain in the summer of 2001 to provide a slice of life of a generation, mixed with irony, surreal meetings and a good dose of introspection. For those (all of you guys, I guess!) who didn't read "Abat-Jour": the story starts from the end: Daniele, the main character, has just come home from the last journey. As he rests on his bed, he looks back on what happened in his life in the last few months, inspired by shadows and things in his room. What comes out, in the shape of this journey, is a search for answers to questions of an entire generation. The narrator, Daniele, takes the reader jumping forward and back in months and years, collecting emotions and memories with a musical trace of U2's songs, always present. Everything finds its own place, eventually, in the puzzle of Daniele's memory illuminated in his Abat-Jour.. "She Kills" is also a fiction novel with 58.000 words estimated. It's about what happened to them from 2001 to 2015. I could say there's a mix of fiction and a true story in both of them. They're full of irony and weird situations but they mainly represent a generation between what it was before and after a critical age (the attacks of 9/11 represent a big divide). They were thirty years old but not ready to become men yet. The main character has a lover and a love story that changes him a lot in both novels. In the first one the girl was Eva, a Spanish girl who seems to be more than a summer story. The novel shows how bad things can go when you don't wanna grow up. In the sequel, there's a German woman named Ele who will bring Lele almost to craziness. At the end, despite all the weird, dramatic and funny situations, Lele realizes that there's no more time to waste in silly relationships in the worst possible way.

The Words I couldn't Say by -silentmochi

This is a place for me to put all the things I wish I said but I just couldn't. These are a way for me to "say" these things without actually saying them to the person I want to. I probably won't ever go back or read any of these because it's like revisiting a bad memory so don't expect much in terms of editing. Also I wouldn't consider this poetry but it is laid out that way. WARNING Talk of depression, suicide, anxiety, and self harm. Don't read if you don't like things like that and may get triggered. I don't mean to cause anyone problems of any sort, but these are the things I feel and can't help. Please keep negativity away as this is a sensitive subject for a lot of people. Thank you. Highest rankings: 99 in sadpoems Highest rankings: 118 in iwannadie

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Inbetween

Hello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, to let them know I see them suffering in silence. This book is about overcoming the hells of life and letting yourself enjoy the good things that you have. I wrote this when I was going through a really hard time in my own life. This book was my safe place. It's a place for me to express my feelings and to be 100% open with myself. I hope this makes you think about what you can do to start healing and how we have an effect on others. Treat yourself kindly, and be gentle.