Poetry Stories

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

Finding the beauty and colour in the broken words of this world.

we're all beggars here, clawing at each other's sepia-toned loneliness ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||

A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

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?

I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.

Finding Myself Series - Book 4 I am learning to stand in places I never thought I'd go.

a work of poetry which is dedicated to the love of my life

හැඟුමකින් ආශිර්වාද ලත්.... ( A bless from a emotion...) . . . . . . . . . . . 🚫This work may not be copied, reproduced, or published in any form or on any platform without my prior permission. 🚫 . . . . . . . . . . . . Beginning -2024/06/12

A reminder to always find your self no matter what; because as long as you could do it, you would do it © All Rights Reserved

FREE VERSE POETRY!!! In this poetry book. I explain my struggles, my thoughts, and my emotions. A lot of these poems were written after or during something. I show and explain how I feel daily when I overthink. It's about all of the things I never let go of in life. I learned a lot from this, especially that you can't outrun these problems. You can't let go of them either, because they mean too much to let go. This poetry book was more of a journal than a book itself, because usually when I was sad or something, I would write about it. In this poetry book, you will see a lot about love, because my whole life is built around that. I thank you for those who cheered me on throughout the making of this. I thank the people who cared enough to help me through these parts of my life. SECTION 1: ~a million words~ timespan: september - mid-december SECTION 2: ~the letters i never addressed~ timespan: december - january SECTION 3: ~a few more words... please.~ timespan: beginning of january - end of april In the early stages of this book. I cried a lot because I was scared to even write these poems. Knowing it will be the truth, and for once, people will know me for me. Because these problems aren't just mine. They are yours too, because it is so sad that a lot of teenagers go through a lot of the same things. To those who read this, thank you for taking your time to understand me. It means a lot, tons. Sometimes I think that others shouldn't worry about my issues or problems when they have their own to worry about. This happened a lot, and some of these poems were written with my tears. I thank YOU, for making me remember that people are here for me, no matter who they are. Along with that- Enjoy! I hope that you like this, as much as I did write it. It's my everyday thoughts, my emotions, my tears, and what I never would say to anyone a year ago. And I never let go of these things, because I just learned to live with them. Morgan Hayes

This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

A Gentle Reminder By. Bianca Sparacino This is your reminder - alone is not synonymous with not good enough. Alone is not a weakness, it is not something to be ashamed of. No, alone is a gift. It is a foundation, a steady ground within yourself that will be there whether or not you sleep beside the tired bones of another human being. A gentle reminder, for the days you feel light in this world, and for the days in which the sun rises a little slower. A gentle reminder for when your heart is full of hope, and for when you are learning how to heal it. A gentle reminder for when you finally begin to trust in the goodness, and for when you need the kind of words that hug your broken pieces back together. A gentle reminder for when growth hangs heavy in the air, for when you need to tuck your strength into your bones just to make it to tomorrow. A gentle reminder for when you are balancing the messiness, and the beauty, of what it means to be human, when you are teaching yourself that it is okay to be both happy and sad, that you are real, not perfect. A gentle reminder for when you seek the words you needed when you were younger. A gentle reminder for when you need to hear that you deserve to be loved the way you love others. A gentle reminder for when you need to recognize that you are not your past, that you are not your faults. A gentle reminder for when you need to believe in staying soft, in continuing to be the kind of person who cares. A gentle reminder for when you need to believe in loving deeply in a world that sometimes fails to do so. A gentle reminder to keep going. A gentle reminder to hope. A gentle reminder, for you. Take what you need.

We all crave connection - people who will stay, support, and stand beside us through every season. But along the way, we learn a hard truth: not every friend is genuine. Some are blessings, others are lessons. In Not Every Friend Is a Friend, we explore the different types of people we call "friends" - the loyal ones, the silent listeners, the cheerleaders, but also the fakes, the users, and the ones who only come around when it's convenient. This piece breaks down the various faces of friendship, helping you recognize which ones are worth keeping and which ones are silently draining your energy. This isn't just a guide - it's a mirror. Whether you've been hurt, confused, or simply trying to understand the people around you, this read will help you see clearly, set boundaries, and heal smarter. Because it's not about having many friends - it's about having the right ones.

"A grade 10 student who's falls in love with her older brother's friend.

Poems from my friends and my own poems whenever I feel like posting them Cover by me! poems will be posted everyday if possible!

Life is not a straight path, nor is it a perfect equation with predictable results. That's How Life Works is a compelling guide that unravels the hidden patterns, unspoken rules, and essential truths about how life operates. This book serves as a wake-up call-challenging your perceptions, breaking down self-imposed limitations, and revealing the mindset shifts necessary to navigate life's complexities. Through powerful insights, thought-provoking lessons, and real-world applications, this book will help you understand: - Why some people succeed while others remain stuck in the same cycles - How your thoughts, habits, and decisions shape your reality - The importance of adaptability, resilience, and self-awareness - How to break free from limiting beliefs and take control of your own journey Life doesn't hand out success, happiness, or purpose-you create them. This book will push you to see beyond excuses, embrace discomfort, and take the necessary steps toward a more fulfilling and meaningful life. If you've ever felt lost, frustrated, or unsure of your direction, That's How Life Works will be your guide to waking up, taking action, and truly understanding the mechanics of life.

A heart that has loved, lost, broken, healed - and still hopes. This is a collection of words I once hid inside my chest. Poems about love, ache, longing, healing, and everything in-between. If you feel too deeply, welcome home. 💌

She's not okay, but writing it down helps. - Part I: It's time to rip off the band-aid. Poems: slam, traditional, free-verse. The first twenty are not up to par with the others, but this is an ongoing journey so I feel the need to include them. I hope you're able to accept them as they are. ©alessandro on other sites Cover made by me

When the sun sets and they can't see me, can they hear me? * * || "Poetry" by an invisible girl. || * * * Highest Ranks: #6 in poetry [8/26/20] #11 in poetry [03/10/2017] #10 in poems [12/23/2022] #1 in poems [08/03/2024] #1 in poetry [01/18/2026] * * *Art posted in this book is drawn by me, they should not be used for any other purposes than this book.