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──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

✨️Feel every heartbeat between the lines.✨️ Threads of the Heart is a tapestry of emotions, stories, and truths. From forgotten souls to moments of pure happiness, every poem listens, remembers, and speaks the language of the human heart. ♥️💫 Welcome to Threads of the Heart💖!!! #Ambys2025Entrant #Ambys2025R2Qualifier

Petals encompasses identity. How it isn't bound by labels but a collection of them. There are facets of ourselves people may never see. We reserve these layers for multitudes of reasons. We exist because we are. Take time to learn about yourself, turn every rock, deep dive, don't graze the surface. Learn, accept, BE.

Poems for you and I

Between Quiet Moments There are feelings we never explain out loud. Moments where anxiety quietly sits beside us. Moments where silence feels safer than speaking. Moments where we try to exist without being misunderstood. This collection is made from those moments. Not every poem here is searching for answers. Some are simply trying to breathe through ordinary days, awkward conversations, crowded places, quiet thoughts, and emotions we struggle to name.

Written in the quiet hours between survival and surrender, this collection holds poems born from deep duress. Each piece is a raw fragment of my soul-capturing the chaos, grief, numbness, and flickers of hope that carried me through some of my darkest days. This is not polished pain. This is what it looks like when healing begins before you even realize you're still alive. These poems are for anyone who's ever: • Cried in silence • Smiled through breaking • Wanted out, but stayed anyway • Held on by a single thread of hope • Needed to be reminded they are not alone If you've ever wondered if your pain is valid, your healing possible, or your voice heard-this book is for you.

Between petals and pauses, between prayers and promises, there are stories we never say aloud. Lavender Lines is a collection of poems about soft hearts, quiet courage, fleeting seasons, and the beauty of carrying hope through it all. Each poem is a pressed flower from a moment once lived, once loved, or once lost. Written with tenderness and honesty, this collection invites you to wander through pages scented with memory, faith, longing, and becoming. May these lavender lines find you exactly when you need them.

To be read out loud. The same level of emotion but with stricter parameters.

Felt love and hate the same time around.

A Carnival of Small Apocalypses These are poems for the hours after midnight, when the neon hums louder than reason and the world briefly forgets how to pretend. Inside these pages, goldfish learn theology from television screens. Ghosts linger in diners. Prophets miss their exits. Machines dream of salvation. The faithful wrestle with doubt, the doubtful wrestle with faith, and ordinary people carry the quiet weight of living through strange times. Part witness, part confession, part roadside sermon, these free verse spoken-word poems wander through forgotten towns, crowded headlines, broken promises, flickering screens, and the stubborn mysteries that refuse to leave us alone. Some are angry. Some are mournful. Some laugh in places they probably shouldn't. Together they form a carnival of small endings and unexpected beginnings-a collection of voices searching for meaning beneath neon skies, beneath static, beneath the noise. Step right up. The lights are already flickering. The ride has already begun.

If she stops writing, she'll never win the fight. This is survival, fight or flight.

Not everything the heart feels is meant to be said out loud. ✨

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"My Heart I Admire" is a dark, emotional poem about love, memory, and separation. The speaker reflects on the people their heart has chosen to love and the cherished memories created with them. As the poem progresses, admiration turns into longing for a woman who is no longer present, leaving behind only memories and echoes within dreams. Torn between hope and doubt, the speaker struggles with the fear that distance may weaken love while desperately holding onto the belief that it will endure. Through themes of devotion, loss, nostalgia, and emotional conflict, the poem explores what remains when someone becomes more memory than presence.

Hey Everyone! Welcome to my collection of Poetrylogues! What is Poetrylogues? It's poetry monologues! So all of these stories are scripts That you can play and act on it On stage By yourself / monologues But of course, you have to get my permission first if you want to perform it in public And if it's for a published performance for your theatre company There's a 10% of your royalty rights for my writing. If you like my script and would like to enquire more about it Feel free to send an email to vaniaissweet@gmail.com I'll be gladly to help you with what you need! Happy Reading and Acting!

A jazz club confession about black masculinity, loneliness, and survival

Let's give our shooting stars it's voice before there is a meteor shower. A book in which I rant and talk about topics I feel I should talk about. Vents/poems/random

Spoken poetries

"A letter to the girl I used to be. The one who thought she had to earn love, hide her pain, and carry the world alone. This poem is for anyone who has ever wished they could go back and tell their younger self that everything won't be easy-but they will make it through." 🤍

In a world where words are weapons and silence is a shield, one voice remains unheard. Torn between the pressure to be someone else and the desire to simply be herself, the protagonist grapples with the weight of unspoken thoughts. Her heart aches as she wishes she could speak the truth, but fear and doubt silence her. "When I Wish I Could Say Something" is an emotional journey of self-discovery, vulnerability, and the inner conflict between staying silent and standing up for one's truth. Every unspoken word builds a wall between her and the world around her, but will she ever find the strength to break free? In a society that demands conformity, this raw, poetic exploration will make you question the value of your own voice and what happens when it's silenced.