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purple wounds

purple wounds

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Chapter One: Glimmer of Hope (purple wounds)In her song Sweet Nothing, Taylor Swift said: "On the way home, I wrote a poemYou say, 'What a mind', this happens all the time."This quote defines exactly what you'll find in this collection. Several poems that I wrote at different stages in my life (whether walking in a park or sitting on my bed, when everything felt wrong and grey or when in my chest it felt like the sun had come out), some are happy and some are sad, some will make you feel beautiful while others ugly. There's no real link between each poem, so you may read them in whatever order you want.Now, I let you enter into the garden of my mind...are you ready?…

The Shadows of Angels

The Shadows of Angels

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'The Shadows of Angels' is a short story mostly inspired by the Shadowhunters Chronicles written by Cassandra Clare. Though, it doesn't feature any particular character or any particular coherence with the books.The main character was strongly inspired by Cordelia Carstairs from The Last Hours trilogy. I just wanted to write a short and fun story about two (badass) girls fighting a demon in 1870s London.If you like Shadowhunters and stories about demons and most importantly !slaying! demons, then I'm pretty sure you'll like this one.('The Shadows of Angels' was written in the context of one of my uni classes, I had to respect an amount of 3.000 words.)…

I used to swing at dawn when the summer was hot

I used to swing at dawn when the summer was hot

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This poetry collection is like my personal safe. Here, I dive into my deepest and darkest secrets, my late night thoughts. When I sat down to write them it sometimes felt like a hot summer night, though sometimes I reached out from a nightmare in my pitch black bedroom and I felt the need to write what I'd just seen: fear, death, people screaming at me that I'm not enough, that I shouldn't be here... Writing these poems helped me heal something that was long-broken inside me.See these poems like a trail of fire, it's going to burn at some point but in the end it will feel and smell beautifully, just like a charred rose petal.Are you ready to come with me? Take my hand, but I can't promise you can handle everything that creeps inside my head. For now, let's just imagine it's August and we're by the beach... I'm about to let you wander in my small world.Note: this collection was written from December 2020 to October 2022.If you want more you can check my first poetry book Denim Jeans, Satin Dress.…

Denim jeans, Satin dress

Denim jeans, Satin dress

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Poems about love, friendships, dreams, fears, growth and everything that comes to a teenager's mind...Highest ranking:#1 bookofpoems#21 poetry#2 deeppoetry#2 deeppoems#2 latenightthoughts…