bwritten

bwritten

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LOVE writing. Recovering addict. Pain is a good muse. lately I've been expanding my writing tho. I really just want to improve in any way I can. Constructive criticism WELCOME!

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Don’t fall for the girl who laughs too loud and keeps her sadness in a bitter cloud She’ll talk in riddles sleep through storms love in silence and br...Read more

Would we still be us?   A question asked beneath sparkling skies —   Broken words and a twisted lie.   The air moves slow, as if it knows   A quiet tr...Read more

I carry ghosts in my ribcage Whispers of all the times I said “I’m fine” When I was anything but. I was born learning to swallow storms, Make silence ...Read more

A silver spark A wet wet rush A darker mark A red red blush Its cold out here So so cold A trace of fear My soul is sold A wind from East A twirl a...Read more

In shadows deep where silence died, The storm of war began to ride. Steel birds howled through shattered skies, As freedom wept and truth told lies. ...Read more

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gj13

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He built a house from fractured thought, Each beam a wound, each nail hard-fought. He laid the bricks with questions deep, He tiled the roof with nig...Read more

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ralez

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No one ever tells you– the guilt of being loved by someone, where feelings aren't reciprocated. He adores me, he says, wants to give it a chance. I ...Read more

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ghost

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Betrayal woven into the fabric of life You try hard to chase away the sadness An indifferent hour will catch up with you there In silence, you speak ...Read more

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ljg_0513

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I wished to soar, But then you clipped my wings. And watched as I hit the floor. Peacefully dreaming on my own, Until I was drenched with cold, cruel...Read more

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ljg_0513

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Here I am, Alive and breathing still. Yet with a hole deep within my soul. Nowadays, the sunrise's beauty is wasted on me. It's so dull, My world is ...Read more

Here we are again with the screaming silence within my head Incessant. Unrelenting. Violent. The howling of the undead. The night glares It’s blackne...Read more

An artist. The word feels almost worn. But it’s the one we reach for. Why an artist? Because to be an artist is to see something new. A feeling insid...Read more