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These are a few of the poems I made when I was going through depression and anxiety. I hope I sent a message through each and every poem to the reader.
(sample book, for promotional use only)You can't tell just from looking on the outside of a book what's on the inside. Don't let the color of the book fool you. The same thing applies in our everyday lives. We shouldn't judge people based on the color of their skin. It's what's on the inside that matters. When I see people I'm color blind. I only see one color, and that's the color of Love.
A collection of poetry that is written by me. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. This is a dream come true of mine to get my poetry published. So, without further adu, enjoy...
JustTheWriter-Poems from the Heart, features an array of poetic compositions which chronicle love,life, and much more. Inspired by beautiful people places and things, Poems from the Heart is a collection that reflects both the author's appreciation for the simple beauties in life and its bittersweet complexes.
We were fourteen years-old that year, in love with the Romantic poets:)
The Holy Bible says,"Choose ye this day who you will serve." God or The Evil One.For we do NOT know when our last day on earth will be,nor did Frank.
A couple of unfinished poems I wrote months ago.
Ne zadovoluvajki se samo so gletkata otvoriv vrata,koja mi bese zabraneta,mesto mnogu poinakvo od prethodnoto,ispolneto so temnina,zloba,ogromen kazan kade sto se presuduva za sekoj grev.Pa jas sum vo pekolot,netrpelivo ocekuvajki go temniot gospodar.Frliv eden pogled zad mene i vidov licnost oblecena vo crna nametka so dolga crna kosa i prodoren pogled.Toa sum Jas,Prokletstvo,navistina sum Jas,i toj Jas,me povikuvase da dojdam vo negovoto carstvo.Neodoliva privlecnost me obzede.
Ne sum tolku dobar da odam vo rajot,no ni tolku zol za vo pekolot.mojata dusa e na raspatje.Ne mozam da go izberam vistinskiot pat.
Taka voznemiren se vrakam na zemjata,gradot na padnatite angeli stoi otvoren za moeto prisustvo.i eveme talkajki po svetot se obiduvam da ja soedinam dusata i da go odberam vistinskiot pat .Dojdov do apsurdno soznanie deka zaludno tragam koga mojata dusa e veke raspnata megu rajot i pekolot,a jas sum osamen bez svojata dusa.
No nadvladuva mojot razum,koj se potesko opstojuva vo ovoj proklet svet,ispolnet so omraza,i premnogu bolka,veke pogoduvate vistinski pekol,duri i poloso,zatoa sto vo pekolot barem ke dobijam kazna za site moi grevovi i mojata dusa ke se smiri.