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𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲...𝐖𝐡𝐲? 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞... 𝖠 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝖧𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙓𝘾𝙇𝙐𝙎𝙄𝙑𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙋𝘼𝘿 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬- @exuberant_girl10 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬. Rankings:- #4 in poetry out of 336K stories dated 21/10/2024 #5 in poetry out of 334K stories dated 26/3/2024 #5 in the poetry collection out of 34.8 K stories on 24/2/2024 #1 in hindi poetry out of 56 stories on 23/2/2024 #5 in poesia out of 14.9 K stories on 24/2/2024 #21 in poems out of 202K stories on 28/3/2024 #5 in lovepoem out of 8.26K stories on 29/3/2024 #1 in deepthoughts out of 7.26K stories for three days

Tired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life? A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic. With my ways it's hard to keep down anything healthy, relationships that don't last but stay with me like my own personal demons. And evil around the corner you'd never see coming. The pain changes you. Trauma changes you. It strips you away from yourself. BPD strips away your identity sometimes I guess this is my way of finding myself again, through writing and reflecting and realizing it is okay to be hurting. This book will include poetry and scenes and think pieces. It will be vulnerable. It will be raw. It will remind you of your own loss. - "She." Xx🥀xX

A compilation of poems written by me in no specific order. DISCLAIMER: Some poems and/or topics may be too sensitive for certain audiences and/or children.

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

A poetry collection for the inquisitive- those who like to assess, and analyze the world and themselves through poems.

This is a collection of my mind. *** A/N: No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without the permission of the author - @themars_w The entire collection is my own creation. Remember, plagiarism is illegal & therefore punishable! Much love, Mars <3

These poems reflect the complexity of love, thoughts, and emotions in a compact paragraph. All created through personal experiences and some that I've observed from others. Giving my perspective in a fun rhyming way or a deep dive mentally!

Echoes of Light is a poetry collection exploring healing, resilience, and the lingering echoes of the past. Each piece is a reflection of the journey-some wounds mend, some memories linger, and yet, through it all, light remains. This book is ever-growing. New poems will be added as inspiration strikes, and I welcome prompts that uplift, empower, and promote healing. If there's a thought you need to release or a feeling you wish to honor, let's weave words together. Healing isn't always linear, but poetry can be a place where pain softens and hope emerges.

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This collection of selected works was meant to be my final offering- the only thing ready for posthumous publication. Blood Orange Periphery includes poems written in the months preceding the end-that-didn't-happen, some of my best teenage scribbles, and journal entries that chronicle the transition from death-planning to recalibrating life.

A journey through the depths of emotion and the whispers of the soul. These poems capture moments of love, loss, hope, and self-discovery, offering readers a mirror to reflect on their own experiences. Each verse is a story, a feeling, a fragment of life waiting to be felt and understood

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

Written at the quiet edge of midnight, 01 • 01 • 26 is a gentle prayer wrapped in poetry. It captures the hush between endings and beginnings-the moment when the old year exhales and the new one inhales hope. This piece is about letting go without regret, welcoming tomorrow with grace, and trusting that even time itself is moving us toward purpose. A soft reminder that every second is a chance, every breath a renewal, and every new year a witness to growth. For the dreamers. For the healing hearts. For those stepping into the future with faith, courage, and quiet strength.

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.

Maybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions and feelings. Mind /mʌɪnd/ the element of a person that enables them to be aware of the world and their experiences, to think, and to feel; the faculty of consciousness and thought.

[ poetry collection • complete ] ❝a new story begins with each sheet of paper neatly arranged on the fireplace with a drop of honey on white paper ❞ © 2021 ND | 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱 • 23 #poetry april 09 / 2021 ] • 02 #musings september 04 / 2021 • 01 #wattpadpoetry september 09 / 2021

Poetry and maybe songs I have written over my life. Some are for challenges so if they are, you will see this sign 🏋🏻‍♀️. OK? Ok. Poetry is very important to me so thank you for all of your support!!

Being part of a community can make you feel less alone. We are surely not alone. That's why I wrote these poems. Happy Pride. 🌈

' just because the scars have healed, doesn't mean that the pain has. ' a collection of poems and short stories, mainly of dark and depressing genre. the poems could be triggering for some, read at your own risk. there have been times, when i've been left stranded on an island but you know who helped me? me, myself and i. ' my mind is such a dark place that even i'm lost in it. ' -i'm the girl who fakes a smile so that they won't see the pain and misery behind my heavy eyes.. -i felt so much that stopped feeling. TRIGGER WARNING: DO NOT READ IF YOU EASILY GET TRIGGERED OR HAVE A WEAK STATE OF MIND.

there's no better way to express your feelings than rhymes on a paper