𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 😰

These poems touched my soul . they are beautiful. Thank you so much 🥹

omg thank you so much. This means so much to me

Here are some more of the things I have written if you would like to use them as Inspos or as your own than that’s fine. Hope that you find a message in each poem I’ve written and it touched your soul in a special way💜💜 —Broken heart. Shattered shards of black and blue, A heart once whole, now split in two. Bruised by echoes, scarred by pain, Lost in shadows, soaked in rain. Yet in the dark, faint whispers grew, Of tender threads and colors new. Hands unseen began to weave, Hope's soft stitch, a breath to grieve. Piece by piece, the fragments turned, Lessons etched from love once burned. Crimson hues replaced the black, Strength reborn, no need to lack. Now beats a heart both scarred and bright, Mended edges, stitched with light. A story told in cracks and gold, Whole again, resilient, bold. -Iyk If you knew my scars Would always bleed, If you knew this pain Would always be, And cut so deep, If you knew my tears Would flow freely, If you knew my soul would Always weep, If you knew how much I wanted you here, I wonder if you would still be here! -jokes on you You thought you would have me forever huh? Jokes on you, I’d be a damn fool to continue to wait on you. If I was to wait on you,I’d was to be waiting forever. I had to face the fact that me and you was never going to be together and I had to go do better. Or you was just to go to continue to have your way. So I had to get you out of my way. And now I’m out of everybody’s way. They can have you. You had me feeling bad too. When I thought you needed my love the most I still couldn’t have you. I gotta thank God for the women that has you. Cuz now I ain’t gotta be sad too. The joke is really on you and it feels damn good to see you be the fool. You and everybody who thought they was winning with you. They can’t wait on you. I’ll be damned if I wait on you. I’m off you. Cuz you ain’t never going to get it right. To be waiting on you I’ll be waiting all my life. I thank God for removing you out of my life. So I can go and be a wife. I’d be damned if I was to wait on you. —Life Life’s hard, unfair, no fun. That’s what everyone Thinks… But is you have a positive attitude It will be Easier. Be happy,carefree,fun. Put on a brave face. Life can be fun if you let it be. Find the nice things in bad times. But feel what you feel. Feel mad. Feel sad. Feel murderous. Feel psycho. Don’t let others control you or your feelings. Recognize when it’s happening. Don’t let the demons hurt you Because they are there Waiting to pounce… And suck out your happiness and soul. They will hurt you. Not only the demons from down below. But ones you create yourself. The ones of self-Consciousness. Of jealousy. Of fear. Watch out. They will hurt you. In only ways that those who have been there will understand. -I’m her At the end of the day she’s just a girl. A girl who doesn’t feel pretty enough sometimes. A girl that works hard. A girl that gets excited about the little things. A girl that smiles at strangers. A girl that knows she isn’t perfect but she loves hard and will hold it down for you. How do I know this you may ask yourself. well I know because I am her. —they didn’t They didn’t make a mistake Geneva. They made a decision. A clear, conscious choice to hurt you, to lie, to disappear when it mattered most. And the worst part? They slept fine. While you stayed up trying to understand how someone could watch you fall apart and feel like nothing. You weren’t asking for the world just honesty, presence,effort. But that was to much for someone who only showed up when it benefited them. They didn’t forget, you. They just didn’t care enough to, stay. You broke in places they’ll never even notice, and they’ll go on living like you never existed while your left sorting through a wreckage of something they never planned to fix. —the daughter I’m the daughter who grew up afraid of voicing my feelings, I’m the one who cried when someone yelled at me, I’m the one who hid my feelings, the one that flinched when someone spoke to loudly, and finally I’m the one who carries my pain in absolute silence. —I’m fine F-eeling I-nvisible N-umb E-xhausted —them She’s scared He’s scared She fell in love He fell in love She got comfortable He got comfortable She had problems He was an overthinker She didn’t open up He got in his head She got annoyed of it He got mad at himself She left him He wasn’t ready to leave her She moved on secretly He still had hope She posted the new guy His heart sank She was happy He was hurt and stayed silent They never spoke again. —Tired She said she was ok, And you believed her? Let me tell you what’s wrong with her. She is tired. That’s exactly what she is, tired. She’s tired of getting hurt. She is tired of being let down. She is tired to be second choice. She is tired of caring to little, or not caring at all. She is tired of holding it all in. She is tired of feeling broken, damaged,worthless,never good enough,pain. She is tired of being judged for everything she does. She is tired of trying. She is tired of getting her hopes up. she is tired of getting treated like shit. She is tired of being herself. She is tired of being fat. She is tired, want to know how I know all this? Because she is me and I am really tired…💔 —Really —“Hey that’s someone’s son” ❤️—“funny you say that… because I’m someone’s daughter and I can whole heartedly say I didn’t deserve one bit of what (someone’s son) put me through. 🧠—that’s so self centered. ❤️— wow really be Awh it’s funny it goes both ways. 🧠— how please do explain. ❤️— because it’s could also be someone’s daughter putting someone’s so through absolute hell. It always has two sides to every story. 🧠— oh yeah. I guess you’re right. ❤️— Nah i know I’m right. I always am. —walk through hell Through shadows deep, where echoes dwell, A girl has walked the roads of hell, With blistered feet and silent cries, Beneath the weight of shattered skies. Her heart, a map of scars and flame, Each mark a story, each wound a name, Yet in her gaze, fierce embers glow, A testament to all she knows. Storms have raged and darkness stayed, But through the ash, she's unafraid, For every fall, each bitter tear, Has carved a soul both strong and clear. She rises still, with fragile grace, A warrior etched upon her face, Not just of battles lost or won, But of the dawn her heart's become. —found In shadows deep, where whispers tread, A girl was lost, her path unread. Through tangled woods and skies so gray, She wandered far, then lost her way. Her heart, a lantern dimmed with fear, Echoed softly, "Is someone near?" But silence grew, a hollow sound, Until the day she was finally found. A hand reached out, both strong and kind, A beacon bright, a soul aligned. Eyes that saw past dirt and grime, Into her heart, beyond lost time. Hope rekindled, warm and true, Colors bloomed where darkness grew. She stood once more, her spirit crowned, For in love’s light, she was truly found. —damaged In shadows deep, her heart resides, Wounds unseen, where sorrow hides. Eyes that glisten, not with glee, But tales of pain, silently set free. Whispers of hope, faint and thin, Echo through the cracks within. Walls she built, strong and tall, Guarding scars behind them all. Laughter lost in fleeting days, Memories like fractured rays. Yet in her chest, a spark remains, Flickering bright through endless strains. For though she's bruised, not yet broken, Her soul speaks truths unspoken. In fragile grace, she stands once more, A girl reborn from battles sore. —Bad thoughts In shadows deep, where echoes lie, A fragile heart, a muted cry, A girl stood silent, lost, unseen, Caught in realms where hope had been. Her days were painted shades of gray, Whispers of worthlessness led her astray, Each dawn a battle, each breath a feat, Waging wars no one could meet. Her mirror held a stranger’s face, Eyes void of light, dreams erased, Silent storms behind her gaze, Winding through heartbreak’s endless maze. But flickering faint, a spark remained, A fragile ember through the pain, A whispered voice, soft yet clear: “You are more than doubt and fear.” A friend’s kind word, a stranger’s smile, Small gestures paved a healing mile, Threads of warmth stitched through the cold, Stories of courage softly told. She found her strength in fragile things— The hush of dawn, the song hope sings, The steady beat within her chest, Proof she’d survived another test. Though shadows linger, dim yet near, She’s learned to face them, not with fear, But with the light she keeps inside, A beacon strong, a soul untied. For every heart that feels alone, Know darkness fears the seeds you’ve sown, In brokenness, there’s space to grow, And find the strength you didn’t know. Now she stands, not without scars, But with a galaxy of stars, Marking paths where light broke through, A testament: she made it too. —dark In shadows deep, where whispers roam, A silent hymn, a hollow tone, Darkness spreads with velvet grace, A hidden world, a secret place. It wraps the heart, it veils the sky, Soft as silk, yet sharp and sly, Echoes linger, thoughts take flight, In the endless arms of night. Not just absence, but a form, Shaping fears, both cold and warm, Cradling dreams and fears alike, In its depth, both sharp and slight. Yet in its cloak, truths unfold, Stars emerge, both bright and bold, For darkness, vast and unconfined, Holds the canvas of the mind. —Drowning Beneath the surface, shadows creep, A silent pull, a darkened deep. Fingers grasp at fleeting light, Echoes lost in endless night. The weight of water, cold embrace, Steals the breath, erases trace. Whispers swirl where voices fade, In liquid tomb, alone, betrayed. Eyes wide, seeking sky’s retreat, Heart’s drum drowned in muffled beat. Hope dissolves in briny tide, Surrendered to the waves’ divide. But in that abyss, soft and slow, Silence sings, and currents flow. A final peace, a gentle sound, In the hush of depths unbound. —Grief In silent shadows, grief takes hold, A whispered ache, both fierce and cold. Echoes linger where laughter stood, A fragile heart misunderstood. Tears trace paths on weary skin, Marking battles fought within. Memories bloom, bitter-sweet, Footsteps fading, incomplete. Yet in the dark, a tender spark, A name, a face, a beating mark. Love endures beyond the pain, Like soft spring rain after strain. Hold it close, but let it flow, Grief teaches what hearts must know: Though absence carves, love remains, Etched in soul’s enduring veins. —Sweet sound In the hollow hush of silent night, Whispers rise with rhythmic might, A tender drum, both soft and fleet, Echoes life—a heartbeat’s beat. Steady thrum beneath fragile skin, Marking time, both out and in, A sacred pulse, both fierce and sweet, Carrying hopes with every beat. Through joy’s rush and sorrow’s tide, It never falters, stays inside, A loyal song, discreet, complete, Life’s quiet anthem—heartbeat’s feat. In the stillness, pause and hear, The poetry that beats so near, A fragile flame, both bold and fleet, The soul’s true voice—a heartbeat. —Tears In silent streams, they softly fall, Echoes of hearts, heard by all. Whispers woven in crystal beads, Telling tales of quiet needs. Each drop holds a fragile story, Of fleeting pain or faded glory. Mirrors of joy, or shadows deep, Secrets the soul could not keep. They cleanse the heart, clear the skies, Reflecting truth from hidden eyes. Bitter, sweet, clear and bright, Tears are ink, emotions write. —Alone In quiet corners shadows creep, Whispers lost in echoes deep. Empty rooms and silent halls, Lonely footprints mark the walls. The clock ticks loud, a steady beat, A metronome to hearts' retreat. Windows stare with vacant eyes, Framing fragments of distant skies. Yet in this space, a seed is sown, Roots of strength in self alone. Voices faint may fade away, But inner echoes choose to stay. For solitude, though dressed in gray, Holds hidden light to guide the way. Not absence, but a quiet tone— The heart’s own music, softly grown. —Falling in love 🖤 In the quiet hush of a fleeting glance, A spark ignites, a daring dance. Eyes meet, hearts skip, worlds align, A rhythm woven, soft, divine. Whispers carried on midnight air, Secrets shared with tender care. Fingers brush, electric, light, Turning shadows into bright. Laughter echoes, pure and true, Moments stitched in shades of blue. Every heartbeat, bold and strong, Sings the lyrics of love’s song. No maps, no charts, just open skies, Guided only by hopeful sighs. For in this fall, we rise above, Caught in the gravity of love. —Hugss🖤🖤 In the circle of arms, soft and tight, A haven found in morning or night. Heartbeats echo, steady and true, In the warmth, I am closer to you. Silent words through tender hold, Stories shared, both new and old. Breath mingles, light as air, Comfort woven, beyond compare. Fingers trace a gentle line, Space dissolves, your soul with mine. In that hug, the world grows small, Yet within it, I have it all. —your kisses Beneath the twilight's tender glow, Soft whispers where the breezes flow, I leaned in close, heart racing true, Drawn by the warmth I found in you. Lips met gently, sparks took flight, A universe born in that light, Sweet and fleeting, yet profound, In that moment, lost and found. The taste of hope, the breath of dreams, Rushing tides, cascading streams, A kiss, simple, yet vast and wide, Where hearts speak words we often hide. —Falling in love In the quiet hush of early dawn, A spark ignites, a heart is drawn, Soft whispers ride on gentle air, A tender glance, a secret stare. Like rivers meeting ocean’s tide, Emotions swell, they cannot hide, Fingers brush, and time stands still, A silent vow, an aching thrill. The world grows vast, yet close and near, With every laugh, with every tear, A melody both bright and true, A symphony composed of two. So delicate, yet fierce and clear, A dance of hope, a touch sincere, For falling in love is just the start, Of finding home within a heart. Never become a bandage so someone else’s wound. Bandages are throw away after the wound is healed.

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thank you , you are the sweetest person I have ever met on here . I love art and drawing of the app, and I love to be creative. It is one of my favorite things . your comment is very encouraging . you helped me not to give up . when I need encouragement, I will read this 💗💗

sorry I meant ate that *up*

ok girl or boy you ate that ip so slay not even lying I love this drawing you are my inspiration and I love you,re drawings you are so creative keep up the great work