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Fantasia

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Reads 313
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Parts 9
Time 15m

A nexus of emotions, like paint mingling, become an art and with a frantic flow of words, like the mischevious flurry of notes from the unrestrained 'Fantasia', imagination lands in a world of phantasmagoria. Each stroke should deliver a gust of emotions, so be it the euphoric bliss of life experiences or the dysphoric 
reality that hits hard. When light or dark, magically infused, I wish Tom share my view of the world I see.
That's what this collection comprises of ~☆
Hope you enjoy this~
Feel free to comment and do rate~All Rights Reserved

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Welcome to My Poetry Stash Forget everything you think a poetry book should be. This is a hidden stash of thoughts, a labyrinth of musings, and a journey through the untamed corners of my mind. Inside, you'll find fragments of life's mysteries, brief flashes of clarity, and questions without answers - all woven into a tapestry of emotion, imagination, and wonder. Will you dare to wander in? This is a place where whimsy dances with introspection, shadows stretch long, and chaos murmurs secrets to the curious. You might stumble upon the echo of a forgotten dream, the flicker of a buried truth, or a mirror reflecting something uncomfortably familiar. Moonlight breaks through thought-darkened skies, leaves crunch beneath your feet, and each turn offers something unexpected. Not all paths lead where you expect - and some truths may ask more of you than you're ready to give. These poems are more than words. They're invitations, riddles, and companions on a winding trail. The terrain is wild, the views dizzying, and the journey - unpredictable. So consider this your invitation. There are no guarantees here. Just questions, reflections, and the thrill of exploring something real. Come prepared. Bring your curiosity, your courage - and maybe a flashlight. Good luck, traveler. You're going to need it. Inside this stash lies more than poetry - it's a map of meaning, mischief, and mystery.

Beneath The Light of a Dying Star by nonbin-nonbe

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LATE NIGHTS IN TOKYO (UNPOLISHED VERSION) by AquaediusAiyoka

***UNPOLISHED*** ***PLEASE READ IF YOU ARE GOING TO READ THIS*** EVERYTHING WORD IS LITERALLY STRAIGHT FROM MY ICLOUD NOTES 💀😂 IT IS NOT EDITED "Late nights in Tokyo is cluster of information from me myself" "Describing my ways" "My emotions" "My thoughts" "In my own personal way..." "ON god i cant stand me dealing with these thoughts because sometimes it gets to me other times i successfully get them outta my head... i dont need to be thinking anythng like this for real...i need someone to save me you feel me...because like i said it isnt healthly to just sit here and feel like this...i gotta find good in the bad and most of the time it is...I wanna help so many people as i can and tell them this is the way...i wanna be peoples light..its sounds dumb but i know how to feel and i gotta get all this hate and dark feelings out" "I made this because I always wanted to keep track of my thoughts and feelings and maybe this will passed on to someone who wants to understand me..." "In a beautiful different city like Tokyo" 1/30/19 "The only person that can save me is myself. I shouldn't depend on nobody else on such deep personal feelings" "Late Nights In Tokyo, The "Late Nights" could mean myself or my feelings, thoughts, mindset, and all in general how I perceive things. Same thing with "Tokyo" I could be in my head overthinking or expressing my emotions flexing my own beauty. Hence why calling Tokyo a beautiful city. My thoughts and etc (Late Nights) are within myself (Tokyo) "Late Nights in Tokyo". Goes without saying, everyone's own way of thinking it's unique and different...everyone has their own beauty". "Scattered thoughts and emotions just written down from an emotional teenage boy, trying to figure himself out". Enjoy 3/29/20 December 20, 2016 (first created) October 11, 2019 (finished)

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