#wildwoman - Hello Poetry

If you change a story, you change a life. Be gentle with the words you whisper to yourself. They can bind you, or set you free. They can say: “you are too small,” or “you were born for this.” Stories are seeds— whatever you plant within, will grow. So tell yourself the tale that makes your soul remember its wings.

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Oct 21, 2025

Oct 21, 2025 at 5:30 PM UTC

girlinflames

Change the Story

If you change a story, you change a life. Be gentle with the words you whisper to yourself. They can bind you, or set you free. They can say: “you are too small,” or “you were born for this.” Stories are seeds— whatever you plant within, will grow. So tell yourself the tale that makes your soul remember its wings.

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I am a wolf, running wild through the forest, my instincts guide me beyond the woods, into the untamed unknown. I am an eagle, spreading my wings wide, flying above the storm, leaving nightmares far behind. I am a storm, with a chaotic beauty, lightning, thunder, fire— I am life itself.

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Sep 24, 2025

Sep 24, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC

girlinflames

I Am the Storm

I am a wolf, running wild through the forest, my instincts guide me beyond the woods, into the untamed unknown. I am an eagle, spreading my wings wide, flying above the storm, leaving nightmares far behind. I am a storm, with a chaotic beauty, lightning, thunder, fire— I am life itself.

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She lives among the stars Swirls around the sun But in her daydreams She's one with the elements Free flowing as the wind Her spirit forever burns like wild fire Her body like the ocean is forever in motion dancing to the rhythm of her own drums from one shore to another she moves With flowers around her head Jewelry on her body Music in her heart Pen and notebook in her hand And eyes set on the infinite sky To wander and to wonder Forever enchanted by the mysteries of the earth ©Sonia Ettyang

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Feb 8, 2019

Feb 8, 2019 at 11:59 PM UTC

Soniathesoulfulsistar

Forever Wandress

She lives among the stars Swirls around the sun But in her daydreams She's one with the elements Free flowing as the wind Her spirit forever burns like wild fire Her body like the ocean is forever in motion dancing to the rhythm of her own drums from one shore to another she moves With flowers around her head Jewelry on her body Music in her heart Pen and notebook in her hand And eyes set on the infinite sky To wander and to wonder Forever enchanted by the mysteries of the earth ©Sonia Ettyang

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darkness the lover your soul its tiny frame, loosened then bound working remains time plays tricks metabolism for trade little girl lost, little girl saved get out of bed the angry voices say or **** it, pull the curtains simply fade away dust covered furniture moats to cross through each atom a mere reminder of you lonesome weather miracle sights winding roads driving through the night let out those shouts howl them at the moon bare your softened soles take a wander through the mind a mere palace, darkened place to play pasts to escape futures, delayed present in the now winding the tock hang from the second hand your lover, the clock

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Oct 12, 2017

Oct 12, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC

stefaniasanfillipo

beyond

darkness the lover your soul its tiny frame, loosened then bound working remains time plays tricks metabolism for trade little girl lost, little girl saved get out of bed the angry voices say or **** it, pull the curtains simply fade away dust covered furniture moats to cross through each atom a mere reminder of you lonesome weather miracle sights winding roads driving through the night let out those shouts howl them at the moon bare your softened soles take a wander through the mind a mere palace, darkened place to play pasts to escape futures, delayed present in the now winding the tock hang from the second hand your lover, the clock

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I am a ******* storm. Whipping and crashing and dancing and weeping, Never bottled; No matter how strong my hands are. Spindly fingers attached to fiery arms tear at the skin of my chest, Threatening, To unleash it all. The Pandora's box of sad teenage heartbreak and doubt- A nostalgic stereotype that feels; Yuck. I feel this intense need to allow my ego to prove you wrong. Have it rear its ugly horns, Only to tell you that I am more than an idea of a girl that you'd maybe like to love one day if you ******* feel like it. Only to inform you that my anger and preference in books does not want to hear your opinion of how daft and uneducated you think I might be but don't have the integrity to say it to my **** face. Only to let you know that I hate that I agreed that we were bad timing but actually, It was just you ******* me over and me saying, Okay. Because I love you and can't stand you, All I said was one mediocre, Powerless, Self deprecating, Okay. So I could blame this storm on you, And I want to, God do I want to. But I'm the one who let the storm calm and waver, At someone else's beck and call. Which also means, I will be the one to allow the thunder, Back into my life.

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Sep 14, 2016

Sep 14, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC

blossom-fox

Storms

I am a ******* storm. Whipping and crashing and dancing and weeping, Never bottled; No matter how strong my hands are. Spindly fingers attached to fiery arms tear at the skin of my chest, Threatening, To unleash it all. The Pandora's box of sad teenage heartbreak and doubt- A nostalgic stereotype that feels; Yuck. I feel this intense need to allow my ego to prove you wrong. Have it rear its ugly horns, Only to tell you that I am more than an idea of a girl that you'd maybe like to love one day if you ******* feel like it. Only to inform you that my anger and preference in books does not want to hear your opinion of how daft and uneducated you think I might be but don't have the integrity to say it to my **** face. Only to let you know that I hate that I agreed that we were bad timing but actually, It was just you ******* me over and me saying, Okay. Because I love you and can't stand you, All I said was one mediocre, Powerless, Self deprecating, Okay. So I could blame this storm on you, And I want to, God do I want to. But I'm the one who let the storm calm and waver, At someone else's beck and call. Which also means, I will be the one to allow the thunder, Back into my life.

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