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She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can. The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day. (8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking: #1 shortpoem #1 distressing #1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)

A collection of modern poetry exploring the beautiful, messy reality of growing up, healing, and finding yourself. Dive into Between Waves, an anthology of raw and honest poems that capture the highs and lows of the human experience. From the quiet anxieties of high school hallways and digital fatigue to the comforting warmth of deep friendship, love, and self-acceptance, this collection is a safe haven for anyone navigating the complexities of life. Whether you are looking for comforting words on a heavy day, a bittersweet reflection on addiction and mental health, or just a touch of "entirely silly" whimsical relief, you'll find a piece of your own story hidden within these pages. ✨ What's Inside: On Hope & Strength: Finding light in the darkest corners. Sad & Deep Stuff: Honest reflections on anxiety, modern isolation, and screen detoxing. On Love & Friendship: Celebrating the connections that save us. On Embracing Yourself: A gentle reminder that you are enough. Updated regularly. Hit the 'Vote' button if a poem speaks to your heart!

Just poetry. My random thoughts expressed by poetry, lyrics and quotes.

Thoughts turned into short essays

Exploring what haunts the ones left behind through a single question "will the letter ever be read?" This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. It's different from a random poetry collection. A story that needs to be read in order or the letter won't make sense otherwise. It's a story from my head. You don't necessarily have to relate it to real life even if the shadows look familiar. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva. 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 This collection deals with the aftermath of suicide. It includes non-graphic references to: self harm, blood, sleep disturbances, dissociation. Please read with a safer headspace and care. Also: a woman argues and yells at a piece of paper, scolds a ghost for not using the internet. (I believe you deserve to be warned about that.) A final warning: I used a lot of idioms & slant rhymes. (Hope you can take it.) I think my broken humour, too, requires a trigger warning... 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 (𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦) 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺 𝘮𝘦. 𝐓𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 If you've followed me from my previous works, I'd like to change your expectations (in case I've managed to set any): This collection does not include any draft, side notes or a signature ending style (intentionally so.) Just a story that knows nothing but to escalate without any interruption. This collection is half the length of my last one. 26 was the alphabet of life 13 is an unlucky prime One single letter left me torn And half the world I knew is gone. ―Anna ~T.A

Love, faith, memory, grief, longing, humor, hope, the unseen beauty of ordinary life and everything in-between. Some moments are too fleeting to be stories... and too meaningful to disappear. A threshold of poems for life ●⁠♡

~Linking hearts with inking~ Cover credits- @Uditasree

Ever wondered what it is like to ponder on impossible thoughts almost no one gets? That's a blessing and a curse. Something you possess can only be your weakness until you weaponize it. An empty brain is not the Devil's abode, for Devil was once the smartest angel. It takes brain to play tactful. Not an empty skull. "Everything has a meaning. But not everyone is sharp enough to see it." This is a poetry collection fueled by my unique thoughts on things most poeple miss. I'm not extraordinary. Just an individual who harbours and nurtures her somewhat different perception. If you enjoy cracking codes, or giving theories, then, this is the place for you. All theories are welcome as long as they are respectful. I'll post poetry with hints or clues towards the end. You guys can play detectives. The ones to crack the code, recieve a shoutout along with my loyal readers. Polite or constructive criticism is welcome as long as it's valid. I love improving. Hope you enjoy this journey of intellectual engagement. ♡♡♡ This was uploaded on wattpad. If you're reading this on sites other than wattpad, then please know that my work is being plagiarized. Read it on wattpad only.

just the continuation of the first poem book

A collection of poems that I have created. Ramblings of the heart. Torment. Painful goodbyes. Heartbreaks. Or simply night musings. Celebration of life, love and death or anything in between. Added chapter banners: 14 July 2026 Copyright © 2020 - 2026. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author.

Volume twenty. A special collection of poetry. Dark and dissociative. An exposition of the dreary and abyssal. No AI herein. All human.

They met when neither of them believed in love anymore. Two strangers pretending not to care, while secretly craving each other's touch in the quietest parts of their minds. Built from half-truths, lingering glances, and unspoken desire, their connection felt dangerous from the very beginning. They were never meant to find each other again, yet somehow, like twin flames lost in another lifetime, they did. And some loves are not made to heal. Some are made to consume.

Because It's easier to bleed in poetries...

Life is a river that I slowly sink into, my body much like a paper boat, between waves of hardship I'll whisper words of hope

​"The night has said all it needs to say, but the ink isn't dry-it's just moving to a new page." ​From the creator of The Whispers of Night comes a companion volume born from the same soul, written by the same pen, and carrying the same beautifully enduring scars. ​The dark may be thinning, but the poet remains unchanged. ​The Whispers of Dawn does not promise a world free of shadows, nor does it offer shallow, fleeting warmth. Instead, it is an unfiltered look at the horizon through the eyes of a survivor. It is the quiet stillness that follows a lifetime of storms, where the fragments of heavy memories, deep-seated grief, and an unyielding devotion to the Divine Mother are held up to the first rays of morning light. ​Moving away from the suffocating cold of the winter cage, this collection steps onto a road of profound definition and universal acceptance. From the silent prayers offered at stone shrines to the fierce, complex sacrifices of love and survival, Evander Nightborne explores what it means to carry a fractured heart into an awakening world. ​The ghosts have been housed. The dawn is breaking. And through the gray mists of morning, the soul finally learns to breathe again.

This is my first poem. I hope you enjoy reading it. This poem is for someone whose heart is shattered into pieces, yet still longs for the one they love. A collection of verses born from raw emotions, delightful feelings, and lingering thoughts. These are the words we whelmed from ourselves and from the world. An overwhelming pain we carry WITHIN us; unspoken words that create a boundary in silence, where distance leads to being misunderstood in a chaotic world, we never spoke out. In the end, it's just a word we never spoke clearly.

here you can find small pieces of my heart.

Writing micro-poetry-no long descriptions, I'm exhausted these days.

"Don't let the fear of what could happen, make nothing happen" Poems on love with a mixture of ecstasy and sorrow . Some will be dumb , some won't . Welcome to my land of imagination . Now you have been conspired by the wattpad universe to end up here . So I won't tell you to get distracted from your destiny and see my first and my personal best book " Missing " . If you are happy with these , read them , if not , I don't know . Highest rankings - #1 - englishpoems #1 - youngpoet #1 - lifepoetry #1 - wattpadpoetry A shout out to all my loyal readers ( actually four beautiful humans ) I purple you guys !!!!! Cover : Canva Designing & Editing : @Am_myself With hopes Sree