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This is yet another poem collection but a shorter one The theme is similar yet little different I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy writing them . //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

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A collection of prose, letters, thoughts and poetry.

the pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved

Poem that I wrote about my crush Vincent. Because when I couldn't tell how I felt about him, I put my feelings into poetry. (This poem is part of a poetry collection called "Four Years". If you want to check the rest of the story, please check my profile).

This is a continuation of my previous one, "poetry in emotion". This one's dedicated to the people who have helped me grow. Enjoy!

Oh lover! (It was a love story, obviously)

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describe the emotion of naked trees in the rain

neb·u·lous /ˈnebyələs/ (n.) cloudlike, vague it's just me disguising my non-so-philosophical thought into poetry. [ theme of poems are random, read at your own risk. ] amazing cover by eliza © copyright 2017 by mimaraya

You know the door, You have the key, Now, OPEN THE DOOR #18 in poetry (Jun 2017) A random old lady approaches Hezekiah Hawk saying that he is not any random wanderer as he claimed to be, but someone who was brought to those hills of south India by some supernatural force. But, he opposes. Knowing details many, he is set out in solving the supernatural paranormal paradoxes of the hills. Why can no one Open the Door? What would happen if it is opened? etc are some of the mysterious questions that would haunt any reader as zie proceeds through the book with shocking revelations of relations between the firstly-strange-to-each-other characters. ~'There's an abode here: David's Abode. And an abbey too: Qualette Sisters' Abbey; Not purely Christian.' ~'No one Who has ever tried Open the door Has come out safe.' ___††Characters††___ ‡ Hezekiah Hawk ‡ Shivangi ‡ Sr. Darlene ‡ Avantika ‡ Ezra Plus Fr. Autha, Rephaim etc. 'Who is the protagonist? And antagonist?' - unclear till the end.

A poem about how our alter ego's get the better of us.

Highest rank: #10 in Poetry 04/20/17 I can't fathom how much your pictures lingering in my mind, then I found words to let out the feelings I always hide.

#1 in poetry 14/03/19!!! #3 in the Diamond Star Awards Poetry :) Short listed in the Page is Printed UK 2017 :)) Six words turned into six poems. NB : not the happiest poetry. ~L.e

Poem that I wrote about my crush Vincent. Because when I couldn't tell how I felt about him, I put my feelings into poetry. (This poem is part of a poetry collection called "Four Years". If you want to check the rest of the story, please check my profile).

Silent Chaos is where my pain finds its voice. A quiet sanctuary of poetry and prose shaped by chronic illness, survival, and the storm beneath the surface. Sometimes, all I have are words - bleeding quietly from wounds no one can see. Welcome to my journey - I'm still writing the ending with every breath I take.

Poem that I wrote about my crush Vincent. Because when I couldn't tell how I felt about him, I put my feelings into poetry. (This poem is part of a poetry collection called "Four Years". If you want to check the rest of the story, please check my profile).

s t a r s ❝magic tumbled from her pretty lips and when she spoke the language of the universe-the stars sighed in unison.❞ -michael faudet highest ranking n° 9 in thepeopleofsociety | 23 june 2018 n° 2 in intellectual | 30 july 2018 n° 1 in inconspicuous | 22 february 2019

This book is a collection of everything I felt when I had no one to say it to. It's about waiting...for healing, for clarity, for peace. It's about learning to love myself, even when I didn't want to be seen. It's about misery, loathing, moments of joy that slipped away too quickly, and the ones that stayed. There's failure in these pages. And success, too. Not the kind people clap for, no...but the quiet kind. The kind where you get out of bed when your chest is heavy. The kind where you write instead of breaking. These poems won't fix anything. But maybe they'll sit beside you. Maybe they'll remind you that feeling deeply is not weakness. Maybe they'll help you see yourself a little softer. I hope you find a path in here. I hope you feel me. Live with me. And most of all, I hope you learn to love yourself...gently, and for real.