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𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 :- 𝐴 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜...

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

Not every wound bleeds. Some of them wake up with you every morning. Blooming Through the Ache is a collection of poems for those who learned how to survive before they ever learned how to live. These verses sit in the heaviness of ordinary days-the exhaustion that lingers after sleep, the dreams postponed by responsibility, the quiet ache of feeling detached from your own life. This book is not about healing overnight. It is about waking up anyway. About carrying pain without being consumed by it. About growing in places where light rarely reaches. Written for anyone who feels worn down, unseen, or stuck in a life that doesn't quite feel like theirs, these poems offer companionship rather than answers. A reminder that even in the deepest ache, something within you is still breathing, still resisting, still becoming. This is for the tired hearts. The silent fighters. The ones who blooms, even when it hurt.

♚ ❛ Juliet, Tell me what is it like to vanquish - When you tossed the coin, And stepped on the battleground, With the accent of swords. Still you stand, Hands dripping of sin. In search of Romeo, You killed, And killed, And died. ❜ { Highest rank in spilled thoughts - 1 Highest rank in spilled ink - 1 Highest rank in poetry - 3} Sorry I don't use fancy fonts.

This is a personal diary of an anonymous girl online. The start is rough and cringy, but it's a journal. This is the first part of my life for every stranger online to read. Go ahead. Open this story and start reading about my life and all my feelings. This book is now completed as of 12 August 2019. You can call me Rose.

The Inventory of Silence.. (a working progress) "​How much can a man carry before the engine breaks in two?" ​We are masters of the "fine." We trade in iron masks, and stoic nods while the truth remains buried in the shadows. ​The Inventory of Silence is a real, unapologetic accounting of the things men don't say. It strips away the bravado to reveal the crushing weight of the quiet hours. These poems are for the men who are tired of holding it together-and for everyone who needs to know they aren't alone in the dark. ​The silence is heavy. It's time to put it down. - Pete

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A mess of my star thoughts that I couldn't quite fathom into constellations.

PREVIOUSLY: SUPERNOVAS WILL SUNDER the story of the rising, the realizing you are so much more. • diamonds fall where they must and like all things beautiful they come to you.

sometimes I write poems I would want to read aloud to an unfamiliar crowd at a quaint coffee shop. these are those poems.

ೃ⁀➷ poetry/prose from the viewpoint of a mournful heart ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ➤ story contains content relating to grieving and loss. thank you for reading ♡ 🏅#15 in poetry

Head in the clouds looking to share my voice with whoever will listen.

emo poems these are poems I write, but don't have the balls to share. therefore, they go on wattpad. fun.

"Bound by duty, silenced by love - a daughter's life unlived."

New Poems that put heat in your heart. More saucy aspirational verses from Mister Poet containing a high vibration.

2023 for twelve people

"𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥." 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬: I'm writing this book to give a voice to the emotions we often hide, to turn raw feelings into verses that resonate with the soul. Through my poetry, I hope to capture love, pain, healing, and everything in between-because every heart deserves to feel seen and understood. This book is not just a collection of words; it's a journey of self-expression and connection. Let me know if you'd like to tweak it further!

Musing my emotions is all I do. ~ #4 (2.02.2017)

This is mixture of scramblings, disclosed thoughts and feelings. A glimpse into past situations and experiences that have not been brought to light. Some inspirational advice I would have given to my younger self, that I would like to share with others. WARNING *May contain sensitive content *May contain strong language

i loved you then, i love you now and i think i always will. an anthology dedicated to him ✨