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What keeps you Cold at Night? The Second Pillar, shadowed, in the First. ~Ongoing Series~ (Pillars of Winter V in progress) *Encouraged order is 1-5* ~These are my first real attempts at poetry; any comments or feedback would be welcome.~

What keeps you Cold at Night? The Second Pillar, shadowed, in the First. Three is Key. A Fourth fell silent. ~Ongoing Series~ (Pillars of Winter V in progress) *Encouraged order is 1-5* ~These are my first real attempts at poetry; any comments or feedback would be welcome.~

Mind is flexible, for it can either strangle or inspire. It is an iceberg. And only questions can reach its bottom, lighting the darkest spots. However, these question marks are deemed to be rhetorical. Like the Penrose stairs, they form an infinite loop, descending or ascending inside the iceberg, being trapped and bewildered.

Every heart holds a story, and every story leaves a weight behind. The Weight We Carry is a living collection - written in real time, in the middle of survival, burnout, healing, and trying again anyway. These poems come from the spaces between responsibilities: grocery aisles, late nights, applications, shifts, side hustles, and the quiet moments when everything finally catches up. This collection explores the ache of memory, the exhaustion of caring too much, the frustration of broken systems, and the complicated reality of choosing to help when it costs you something. There is grief here, and anger, and dark humor. There is healing, but it is not linear. Hope shows up when it can, but it doesn't pretend to fix everything. Through raw, unfiltered verses, The Weight We Carry holds space for the people who keep going without applause - the helpers, the burned out, the ones trying to build something better while still carrying their own survival on their backs. These poems are for anyone who has felt the weight of the world press down and kept moving anyway. Not because it was easy. But because stopping was never really an option.

What keeps you Cold at Night? ~Ongoing Series~ (Pillars of Winter V in progress) *Encouraged Order is 1-5* ~These are my first real attempts at poetry; any comments or feedback would be welcome.~

Words to heal.

The Poetry of My Wounds: Where Hurt Became Habit is a raw and unfiltered collection of verses born from the echoes of a broken home. These poems unravel the silent screams, the weight of unspoken words, and the scars left by those who were meant to protect. This book is for the ones who grew up too soon, for the children whose pain was never heard, and for the souls who carry wounds invisible to the world. Each page bleeds with truth, sorrow, and resilience-an aching melody of survival and self-discovery.

What keeps you Cold at Night? The Second Pillar, shadowed, in the First. Three is Key. ~Ongoing Series~ (Pillars of Winter V in progress) *Encouraged order is 1-5* ~These are my first real attempts at poetry; any comments or feedback would be welcome.~

You can't wake up. Because this is not a dream. This poem is about the moment fear stops chasing you- and starts waiting. Read if you like psychological horror, unsettling silence,and poems that don't let go after the last line.

inspired by est-ce que tu m'aimes? by GIMS:)

This is a collection of thoughts born in silence, where dreams feel heavier than hope, and emotions speak louder than words. If you've ever felt lost, fragile, or too much, maybe you'll find a reflection of yourself here.

A collection of poetry that may hurt your soul or heal it.

Short poems filled with emotions...

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

Highest Rank: #7 out of 2.9k in mentalhealthawareness! "Volume 1 was the escape. Volume 2 is the reckoning." In the first collection, we found the door. In this one, we look at the scars we carried through it. Grey Solace: The Chemical Reckoning moves away from the garden and into the clinical light of the bathroom mirror-where the ink bleeds, the hand shakes, and the progress we thought we stitched shut begins to pull apart. This is a deep dive into the sensory ghosts of addiction, the dry copper taste of a trigger, and the fractured self-image found in a broken mirror. These aren't just poems; they are the stains left on the map of survival. To write honestly is to stop pretending the white space is empty. Look between the lines. That's where the heartbeat is. Themes: Addiction, Recovery, Healing, Mental Health, Identity.

"in this world, i am as solid as silence." ☆☆☆☆☆☆ this is my second poem collection on here, so if you like these, check out still, none the wiser!!

•A collection of whispers left half said, never reaching their hearts.❣️ • Updates on Sundays & Wednesdays.

just a compilation of poems I wrote when I couldn't sleep

poetry and short stories for those struggling with mental health, it's okay not to be okay, and please seek help if you're feeling lost. I will be adding more poems and short stories along the way.

- Poetry - Eleutheromania. Noun. A manic, obsessive yearning for freedom.