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To The Ones Who...

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The title of this book says "To the ones who..."  But if I'm being honest it's not to "the ones". It's to you. And As desperate as it seems, I just hope one day you will see this and know in your heart that it's me.

So here a collection of haphazardly placed letters and words strung into messy sentences, trying to form it's way into poetry. 

It's not beautiful, it's a mess. But honestly, messes can be picked up, and even if they couldn't be it would be okay. Because this is how they are meant to be. Raw. Undefined. Confusing sometimes. And even though This may be my poetry, it will always be for the ones who are lost, found,  strangers, forgotten, not enough. This is for you. This is for the ones who...All Rights Reserved

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THE ETERNAL FIRE by ANGIETHEAUTHOR

This is a story about two people. About the victim and the bully. About pain and happiness, joy and sadness. Can all that is forgiven be forgotten? Does age justify the act? If a child murders someone, will he be forgiven because he is a child? If the victim is a child, will he forget when he grows up? Is there an excuse for peer violence? Does a child have the right to hurt another child? Is a bully even a child? Is that soulless human even a person? Her tears fell like raindrops, endlessly. They fell on the sheet of paper and mixed with the thick ink. Her tears were heavy, and her painful words even heavier. She was writing illegibly, because her palm was trembling. From time to time, she would let out a cry, like begging for help. She wrote verses, and those verses were hurting her soul. That white paper doesn't have a heart, and it's better that it doesn't, because if it had, it would have been broken by now. And wasn't it? In the parts where the dark ink was diluted with tears, there the pen penetrated through the sheet of paper. He also mourned for Alina. And she, like a burned candle, cried for others. And it was more than clear to her that she was neither the first nor the last. She wept for the innocent victims of the eternal fire.

Fℓσωε૨ร σƒ ɱყ ᠻεεℓเɳɠร by eryn-yeager

//ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs: ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ// ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs/Thoughts/Quotes ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇʏ ᴍʏ/ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ's ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪғᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴs/ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛs. sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪᴛ. (I recommend you to read from the end so that you don't have to see ads. It has random thoughts and feelings so no need to read from first only. You may read from the latest part) Fʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍɪɴG ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ sᴜɴ ɪs sʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ʙʟᴏᴏM ᴡʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɪᴛ ɪs ʀᴀɪɴɪɴ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ-ғʟᴏᴡᴇR ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ-sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs, ᴇᴍᴘᴏᴡᴇʀS ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ sɪɴᴄᴇ : 7 ᴊᴜʟʏ 2020 sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Completed ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ❤ ʀʏᴀɴ .................. Top rankings: #3 in #poetry #4 in #deepthinking #2 in #deeppoetry #3 in #wordsofwisdom #2 in #darkpoetry #1 in #happypoems #1 in #lifequotes #10 in #deepthoughts #4 in #poesia #3 in #shortpoems #9 in #poembook #9 in #poetrycollection

The Words I couldn't Say by -silentmochi

This is a place for me to put all the things I wish I said but I just couldn't. These are a way for me to "say" these things without actually saying them to the person I want to. I probably won't ever go back or read any of these because it's like revisiting a bad memory so don't expect much in terms of editing. Also I wouldn't consider this poetry but it is laid out that way. WARNING Talk of depression, suicide, anxiety, and self harm. Don't read if you don't like things like that and may get triggered. I don't mean to cause anyone problems of any sort, but these are the things I feel and can't help. Please keep negativity away as this is a sensitive subject for a lot of people. Thank you. Highest rankings: 99 in sadpoems Highest rankings: 118 in iwannadie

Monsters Inside My Head by the-silent-siren

WARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my first attempt at poetry. It will consist of shit that I've gone through/dealt with and ramblings from my screwed up mind. These works are purely fictional and not meant to be taken literally.

In The Dark by Brooklyngirl1026

People always say, 'There's no reason to be depressed.' or 'what do you have to be depressed about.' alot of the times its, 'you seem fine to me.' yes, I do seem fine, but I'm breaking underneath the surface. They don't see behind the mask we all hold up. 'Everyone gets these feelings.' yes they do, but some are worse than others, yet its pain nonetheless. They don't understand what goes through our minds when we do things they think is crazy, like cutting. They don't understand that when we look in a mirror, we hate what we see. Or when you cry yourself to sleep at night for reasons that are still unknown to you. Those feelings of sadness, loneliness, desperation, anxiety. Those fears of being abandoned by the ones you love the most, or being a burden because you're sharing your feelings. They don't understand..... But I do. This book is for all those people that feel even one of these. You are not alone. *TRIGGER WARNINGS*

Shit Happens by Butterflyjams

This is for anyone that can't put there thoughts and feelings into words. Whether it be at your best, worst, most beautiful, or most tragic times. These poems will remind you of them. Or so I hope. Because I mean Shit Happens. What you should expect from this book: I am not trying to make excuses for why I push so many people away, I am not trying to make excuses for my actions, I don't get excuses, not anymore, No, I am merely providing explanations, If you don't like them, If you don't except them, If you just don't care, Then that's on you, Because I will not answer the question why anymore, I will bare my soul to you in the folds of these pages, Not saying a word, These are my explanations, These are me, Do with them as you will. And I mean, just don't be an asshole. Thanks. Kisses <3

Allow Me To Love U...🤍 by BhoomisharmaBhoomi

heyy ....have a great day to all I'm new in story writing...if u find it interesting than support me ...❤️ If u find mistake than make me correct.....and thankyou to visit me...❤️ A thing which is unknown...you can't consider it as bad one ...becoz somewhere it heals u...🖤 You can't consider it as good .. becoz it hurts u more than healing.... still u want to chase that , wants to feel that feeling trying to find it out what it is..? The dream u want to achive . Apart that u know it's impossible to have..🖤 Yesss...! this is something u might have feel..or u're in that .. Might u're searching Orr..u 've lost the thing u want to abuse..still u know that this is the most beautiful feeling in world.✨🖤 U want to think about that ...but whenever u starts , u feels like cry...a burden on Ur heart ❤️ Once that person gives to hug...u forgets everything...Ur sorrow, Ur pain and how much tears Ur eyes lost ..💫 U wants to feel that ...that one wants to feel u...💫 But that relationship is unknown...✨ " He said there is lot of pain in loving him...try to hate me..it will give u relaxation...." "Forehead kiss gives u sukoon, But lip kiss unlocks the moves " Sara 🖤 Yug ©All rights reserved

Emotions In Word's by Marytaongah

words better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poem lover then you are in luck cause this book is just for you. ___________________________________________ This book has a bunch of my original poems. A few of them rhymed. Enjoy.

333 Network by Ax3lQu33n

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Unsaid words by buffjoonie

"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the world, my escapism. #3 for poetry{29 may 22} #1 for poem{11-16 june 22} #1 for poetry {2 july 22} #15 for poem {3-5 july 22} #3 for sad poetry {2 oct 22} #1 for sadwords {19 oct 22} #2 for sadwords {5 nov 22} #1 for sadwords {20 nov 22}

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THE ETERNAL FIRE

This is a story about two people. About the victim and the bully. About pain and happiness, joy and sadness. Can all that is forgiven be forgotten? Does age justify the act? If a child murders someone, will he be forgiven because he is a child? If the victim is a child, will he forget when he grows up? Is there an excuse for peer violence? Does a child have the right to hurt another child? Is a bully even a child? Is that soulless human even a person? Her tears fell like raindrops, endlessly. They fell on the sheet of paper and mixed with the thick ink. Her tears were heavy, and her painful words even heavier. She was writing illegibly, because her palm was trembling. From time to time, she would let out a cry, like begging for help. She wrote verses, and those verses were hurting her soul. That white paper doesn't have a heart, and it's better that it doesn't, because if it had, it would have been broken by now. And wasn't it? In the parts where the dark ink was diluted with tears, there the pen penetrated through the sheet of paper. He also mourned for Alina. And she, like a burned candle, cried for others. And it was more than clear to her that she was neither the first nor the last. She wept for the innocent victims of the eternal fire.