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Juliana 2d
You are not a wolf, my sweet.
You are not all that’s wrong with your world.
You are not the silver bullets
your fingertips let slip away,
you are not the knife at her throat.

You, my darling,
are a prince in disguise.
You, my dear,
are the bloodied rabbit
who wriggled your way from the fox.
You, my love,
are the villain who escaped
the prison of your own imperfect poison.

You are the laughter I feel on my lips.
The cracked song of a crinkled French lullaby.
The memories of a duet passed down through the ages.

You are the pain in between my heartbeats.
The open door after a wave of tears.
A bandage that will only separate
from a soul after a lifetime of picking.

You are the sweet, sugary lies I could only hope to believe.
The maze I long to get lost in.
The fountain which clings to my youth.
The fairytale I choose to believe.

You are tied to the girl who fell at your hand.
You traded a wrinkled suit in order
to join her in within the stars.
A crown of gold for the shine of a barrel.

You are tied to the girl whose blood matches yours.
The girl whose purple flowers you’d never trade
for the twinkling power of another’s eyes.
A hero in denial with other matters at hand.

You are tied to the girl whose future
lies in between the pages of a story.
The girl who ran into the woods
leaving your soul empty as the blackest of nights.

You are not an angel.
You are far from a demon.
Totally not based on a Wattpad book. (Y'all go read Expiration Date)
Äŧül 2d
I found you
Looking for me,
Looking for some guidance,
Which I gave to you,
In return,
You gave me your heart,
Which I shall cherish forever,
And ever.
My HP Poem #1910
©Atul Kaushal
Jonas Feb 22
I'm good
most of the time
I'm in control
I'm satisfied, I can feel happines

But sometimes a feeling comes crashing over me
out of nowhere
triggerd
like when you finish a good book
the end credits roll
of a movie all so beautiful
emptiness sitting on your chest so heavily
I can't cry
no release granted
"pain demands to be felt"
my heart breaks, my mind trying to keep up
my heart can't keep up, my mind breaks loose
emptiness
the despair of ficitional characters
familiar but strangers all the same
not real but reality to me
I care for them, being dead inside
"face death, deal with it or lose yourself"
the last page is turned
the story stopped
all are dead and yet alive
in me
not enough room, make way

I try to numb it out to get back in control
whisky burns my lips
smoke scratches my throat
whishing for release
lose it, keep it tucked in forever
though I feel, finally
alive
I want to punish myself
I lose control for good
emotions bundle up to the surface
make up for time lost before
drunk texting
regret in the morning after
I need to express myself
to you, to anyone, get it out
there is no one here

Weltschmerz
pain of the world
all in one
tiny little heart so fragile
I'm made up of stories

My friend can I come over
I'm in that mood again
Open my whole being and read me,
Cautiously flip each page having understood.
And where the grammar is wrong, correct me without changing my context.
Highlight your favorites, bookmark your most memorable.
And when you find your chapter,
Let's begin to write together.
Hi fellow beloved poets! I have released my poetry book on amazon. For anyone who likes or supports my work, I would greatly appreciate you checking my book out! Has poems and really lovely illustrations :) Stay blessed my fellow poets.

"Midnight Blues"

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/057883975X/ref=ppxyodtbasintitleo00_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1
If I tell you, my muse,
how I long for your presence
amid the desert in the crack of dawn —
would you saunter by and stay
until these wounds be in silence
and covered by your unpredictable peace,
will you stay?

My muse, when I write you, no name
no shade, no face — a beauty with only
a mere part of your body in a physical dimension
of my story, with you here, I feel
the sense of belonging
the unknown familiarity,
take a plunge, face the mirror —
I am there, I am there.

You were born in May,
in full moon by the seaside.
You were crying melodies
and the current flow of the waves,
carried you to me, in reality, in dream,
in song, while your face
soft and maiden for what I saw in your eyes.

The past, the future,
how you brought comfort —
while my book stays there, in draft,
in awe of you, my muse.

This is how I celebrate the month of May,
where are you muse?
come and take a look in your creator —
I am here, I am here.
Wrote this for my muse! Hope you'd give this love since it's hearts' day! Bless your pen now and keep writing, writers!
Zhell Feb 14
You're
A
Beautiful
Poem
That
He
Never
Read
Someday,
Someone reads you
Your next chapter will get better
If patient things will change
Paragraphs haven't been the best lately
Story will be amazing someday
You may not be able to go back and change the beginning but you can always start where you are and write a brand new ending
E Feb 11
hello friends! i haven't been here in a while
but it's not like i was very active anyway.

just wanted to drop by and let u know
that i've posted the synopsis & the mood
boards of my first book, kindred hearts,
which is a contemporary novel about
loss & grief, mental health, friendship,
and the journey to self-love & healing.

i haven't been writing a lot of (free-verse)
poetry these days, but it'd mean the world
to me if u can check out my book too.

thank u & ily
stay safe!
here's the link for any curious souls out here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/258236928-kindred-hearts
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