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wow, did i really miss this
thats dumb

OKAY LET ME POST MY POETRY

Loll don’t worry here we’re getting ourselves embarrassed all the time.

Ahh let’s hear the great poetry👀

thats me
only me

okay lets go

heres my group link i post daily poems and im just posting poems from before so...

https://www.goodreads.com/group/show/...

Maybe it’ll humble out soles.

Oh good imma join.

2/23 poem of the day:

I wish I had someone,
Someone I could hold on to,
Someone who would help me,
Comfort me,
In the most dire situations,
Of Life...

But I don't
And maybe it's just because
I don't deserve it.
Maybe people are like this
to me
because I'm not worth it.
Maybe it's because
I'm chaos
And
Who would want someone
who would cause them
chaos?

But still,
With all of this in mind,
I wish,
I had someone,
I could hold on to,
Someone,
who would laugh at my jokes.
Someone,
Who would pat me on the back.
Someone,
Who would run away with me
If that was what I needed.
Someone,
Who's been through hell,
And would guide me through the tunnels of darkness,
And help me back into the light.

I try, try, and try again.
I try to be the nicest person possible.
I try to be patient with others.
I try to comfort them.
I try to not think of me
while I'm helping them.

But sometimes,
on somedays,
Grief overcomes me.
Pain overcomes me.
Anxiety overcomes me.
Regret of things,
I'd never done wrong,
Overcomes me.
All at once.
Like a tidal wave.
It whooshes me from the ground.
And polls me into the water.
I gurgle.
I gulp
I scream
But still,
I make no sound
Still,
no one answers me.
Still,
no one comes to save me.
Still,
I am alone.
I am broken
I am hurt.
I am nothing
to the world
around me.

And even
after I recover
hours later,
I find myself thinking,
I wish I had someone,
Someone I could hold on to,
Someone who would help me,
though the toughest times.
Someone who was there,
whenever I call the word,
"Help!"
But still,
No one comes.
And maybe no one will ever come.
But I will still hope.
I will still dream.
I will still wonder.
I will still wish.
Because that's all there is for me.
And I have to hang on tight,
to what little,
I have.

yesterday's daily poem: HAPPY LATE BDAY, TREE!

Is this a dream?
Is this actually true?
Because this feels like I'm in heaven,
It feels like I'm floating,
up in the air.
Am I dead?
Because if this is the Underworld,
they got it all wrong.
This isn't hell,
It's paradise.
Because I feel happy,
and that's a first,
In a long time.

I answer my own question,
no this is not a dream,
no,
this is reality.
And I have you to thank for.
And remember the poem I wrote,
just yesterday?
Well, maybe
that wasn't so truthful.
Maybe I don't need someone else,
because I have you,
and that's all,
I could ever,
wish for.

Thank you,
for helping me through anxiety,
Thank you,
for guiding me to the light
in the tunnel of darkness.
Thank you,
for making this life a life worth living for.
Thank you,
for always being there for me.
Every time.
Anytime.
Thank you,
for putting a smile on my face.
Thank you,
for taking the time to message me
every single day.
Thank you,
for trying to help me fix my mistakes.
You have given me confidence,
something I never had before,
and now I will use it,
to fix those mistakes,
I made in the past,
to correct those errors,
the old-me made.

I want to wish you,
a happy day,
because you are the best friend anyone could ever wish for!
I want to wish you,
a happy day,
because you deserve it!
And most of all,
I want to wish you,
a happy day,
because today's your birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

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now that i am done with those days poems
ill write one today

someone comment

im bored

No

Hi

hi charlotte!

Hi, I like your poetry and it had inspired me

*dramatic high voice*

thank you!

So here’s my beautiful poetry that I just wrote two seconds ago

A gasp
Escaped my lips
As the world
Began to tumble
For the person
Staring back at me
Could not possible
Be me
Her eyes that
Used to shine like a diamond
Were faded away
Her smile that
Used to light up a room
Was replaced by a frown
Her body
Is strewn
With cuts and bruises
Her body
Couldn’t stop
It’s throbbing
And her heart
That’s used to be
So full of love
Was shattered
In a jumble of pieces
On the ground
And as I tried
To put them together
All I did
Was cut myself deeper
As tears
Slid over my cheeks
I knew
That I was different
Forever
And never would I be
The same again.

Yeah amateur me, at least I tried

It needs a lil editing

Charlotte wrote: "It needs a lil editing"

Its great! I think you did too much identing tho

Ah yes yes thank you, I’m not really a poet just wanted to try it out :) but I really like yours

Charlotte wrote: "Ah yes yes thank you, I’m not really a poet just wanted to try it out :) but I really like yours"

thank you! its easy when its truthful
im writing another one to my friend who just had a bday and shes writing one for me so....
easier that way because today was pretty uneventful

ohmygawd this is so good

"Scribbles of the Mind by Elie Azar is a masterpiece of the heart. Poet Elie Azar takes the reader
on a positive, heartfelt journey with each poem in his collection, Scribbles of the Mind. His
skill in connecting human experiences with stunning visuals and flowing descriptions is
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This is one of many other reviews about my book "Scribbles of the mind", a poetry, photography and sketches collection about love and relationships based on my personal experiences between 2016-2018.

Give it a go, you won't regret it!

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