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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 [3/10/17] #10 in poems [12/23/2022] #1 in poems [08/03/2024] * * *Art posted in this book is drawn by me, they should not be used for any other purposes than this book.

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. જ⁀➴ 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒖𝒕, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.

As complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." -Edgar Allen Poe

When the moon has fully risen and the stars are watching the thoughts of a girl flow across a page. Curl up and enjoy my shitty writings.

Her thoughts are wild: fun, uncertain, strange, one of a kind. So, to write down her mind, Was for her thoughts to unwind. - Her Thoughts is a collection of poems written by ladybeauteous. Updated occasionally, depending on how her thoughts will motivate her to write one. It's safe to say that this is her way to release those 3 a.m. thoughts.

you were a nightmare dressed like a daydream covers: @delilahwilde

"Writing can heal us too." ㅡ Midnight Thoughts is a collection of poems, real life conversations, fictional stuff, unsent letters, and most importantly, thoughts. This is for the ones who haveㅡ ...had their hearts broken. ...gone through bad breakups. ...experienced unrequited love. ...never had their thoughts heard. ...been afraid to express their feelings. ...loved and lost. ...tried and tried to love themselves. This is for you, and for the heart that has been broken so many times but still manages to stay alive.

Some of these poems are old poems that I had written a long time ago and some are new. I write poems whenever I feel inspired so expect slow updates to this book, however please enjoy! best ratings: #1 thoughts #1 thoughtful

Hey, so this will be filled with random facts about me, random things that happen in my life, some of my thoughts, probably some rants, possibly a sad story or two(you can skip those if you want), and probably some other insanely random things yo!

The canvas is now open It is saturated with the remnants of my emotions and thoughts The canvas is englufed with the flames that burns throughout my mind Leaving the ashes behind The ashes that have now been used to paint the words left unsaid Some of these poems are personal while others were written based on deep issues that affects society as well as books/ music that gave me inspiration to write. Don't fear, its not only depressing poems in here © 2018 All Rights Reserved #death #depression #faith #fulfillment #laugh #love #nature #questions #reality #sadness #thoughts

~Her words were my poison. I used them to consume myself. Disturbingly honest. Painfully strained. Carefully penned down. Dangerously addictive.~ A journal that landed in the right hands and told a whole story with words, no lips could speak. Two people bound by the pages of a book that tore their souls apart. He found it lying around and wondered what could go wrong. He didn't recognise the handwriting but he knew he instantly fell in love with it. Then it began. The assault of words on his life. He couldn't believe a word she wrote but somehow he did. He knew more about her than anyone else but he knew so little about who she was... It was maddening. How someone could have such an impact on you without having a single conversation with you. Her precious words tortured his existence, they drowned him in misery, created a black hole of words around him, gave him everything he needed to live. Made him fall in love. Gave him a world of his own. Made him believe in rainbows, unicorns, coffee, the basis of happiness, the meaning of every sunrise, the mystery of every deep ocean, she made him human. He knew he had to find her. He had to find out who she was. He had given him all the clues he needed but none of them were enough to prepare him for who she was. But sometimes... The journey is more important than the destination. Sometimes, the journey is the destination. A book full of stolen pages and a boy full of curiosity. This was how he let her shape his story. __________________ Description inside. Italics = Journal entry. 500 word chapters. Okay, so I don't know if you want to read it yet but it would mean the world to me if you could give it a shot.

A book of poetry, amongst other things. "of these things I am grateful: these hands of mine, that fold into stars at night to take and burn and illuminate these books that turn into secrets at four a.m., and when I press my fingers close I can feel my steady beat- I know hands are made for making too. the ghosts in the back of my closet, whose weeping faces I have kissed again, and again, but despair leans on these walls and I know there is comfort in hiding and there is weight in my feet, my thoughts, my words: I am better for it."

Just some things flying around in my mind. Some are mine, some aren't highest ranking: #51 in Thought