Letters from sixteen

Af the-octobers

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A poetry book I wrote during periods of my life with many different facets. I wrote about happy moments, addi... Mere

Introduction
April 1st
April 6th
April 7th
April 10th
April 11th
April 12th
April 14th
April 15th
April 18th
April 24th
April 25th
April 26th
Things to know
The mattress
On what happened years ago
Bits and peices
On the first night of summer
I'll get home with my imagination
The chapter of the backpack
One late night in June
From the letter box
The sun, the moon, the stars
One month one day
Poems about poetry
Inside out
Summer depression
For tomorrow
Bloom
I am the cynical one
Fluorescent adolescent
Gone but not over
After the storm is when the flowers grow
Bridges
Take care of your heart
Life in July
Meet me in the woods
The truth is stranger than my own worst dreams
Playing music on a sinking ship
Some remain
Raining
To the better days ahead
A day in august
To be rewritten
After the storm
From the in between
A collection of thoughts
Yellow
Walk with the walls around me
Sublime nights
As the summer ends
For clover boy
On the last night of summer
Mittens the black cat
First second day
Duster
My little dark age
What's buried underneath
The district sleeps alone tonight
incoherent and verbose
From the weeping willow
5:18 AM
A hollow tree
A stormy day
On the first day of September
My little dark age (second edition)
Smeared black ink
No longer human
Moonlight
September 6th
It's hard to explain
My little dark age (third edition)
Don't stop me now
Mary
Leaves you to rot
Verbose
As the day goes by
My little dark age (part four)
Number two in C minor
Two days in
September and smeared black ink
Lavender nights
Latin
Nonsense on a september night
Smeared black ink (part two)
Moss
The beginning of a new point in time
The final chapter

Sunlight through the trees

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Af the-octobers

A chapter to acknowledge the positive in my life and progress I've made in the past few years. A hopeful chapter I wish I could share with my younger self.

A life for him
Everyday is a love letter to the little boy I once was.
An acknowledgement of the fear that was once in my heart, and a look in the eyes to tell him it will be okay.
Every poem I write is for him, to share his pain, or highlight his lovely future.
Every moment I have a genuine smile across my face I share with him, letting him see that things really do get better, that he is safe.
Every friend I make is to show him he's not alone.
Every story I write is a tale for him to fall asleep with.
Every entry is to spread the awareness of better days or hold his hand through the hard ones.
Every day I do it all for him.

Dancing with a stranger to dancing with myself
In my past I ached with a lack of understanding of who I was.
I didn't recognize my reflection,
I didn't know what I cherished or how to describe myself,
I often felt I wasn't a person at all.
Although I cannot pinpoint a moment of change,
I have seen small moments add up to a greater understanding.
I look at myself my of reflection of the water with happiness because I understand, love, and recognize the man looking back at me.

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