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๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

16-Every poem is a piece of me I never meant to share. I write what I feel or when I feel. I love the dark and edgy poets. Don't be weird People over 18 DNI

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๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

16-Every poem is a piece of me I never meant to share. I write what I feel or when I feel. I love the dark and edgy poets. Don't be weird People over 18 DNI

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Gloomy days

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

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When itโ€™s sunny and bright,

You can always see a sparkle in the sky.

Itโ€™s bright and sunny on the most beautiful days,

But not today.

Today is a dark and gloomy day,

That shouldnโ€™t be my day in the first place.

Darkness always follows me either way,

Any place I choose to take, and I have to path my way.

I have nowhere to go, or call home.

I have no plan, or a way to turn back.


Thereโ€™s always go...

Poetry

Thriller

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Already gone

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

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Already gone.

~Mirc~


"How do you know the deceased?"

They always ask that, donโ€™t they?


Well, hereโ€™s the thingโ€”

you can walk around breathing,

yet already be gone.

Hope slips from your hands,

and the will to continue

fades into silence.

The body grows old,

but the soul died at sixteen.


You surrenderedโ€”

to emptiness, to everyone.

Never fitting in,

not even with blood.

A shadow at the table,

a s...

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Living dead girl

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

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Living dead girl

~Mirc~

"How do you know the deceased?"

They always ask that, donโ€™t they?


Well, hereโ€™s the thingโ€”

you can still be alive, but dead.

Giving up all hope for change,

not wanting to continue on.

You die in your older ages,

but you really died when you were 16.


You gave up on everything,

gave up on everyone.

You feel as if you donโ€™t fit in anywhere,

even with your family.

You donโ€™t ...

Poetry

Thriller

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Sprouting Wildflower

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

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Sprouting Wildflower-


~Mirc~


In a world full of roses,

there stands me.

I stand out like a wildflower,

a wild flower that never got taught to grow.

Never taught to thrive,

or survive.

So every night,

I decide to hide.

Hide from the cruel,

This cruel world that no one wants to be in.


In a world full of roses,

I want to be a unknown flower.

I want to sprout,

and without a doubt people wo...

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Adventure

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Tightened silence

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

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Tightened silence

~Mirc~


I want to scream,

I want to yell.

But I sit here,

And make no sound.


Thereโ€™s nothing to say

When youโ€™ve been let down,

Shut down so many times.

You just sit and watch

As the hours fly by.


I want to make a sound,

But nothing comes out.

I stay silent through it all,

Even though I want it all to fall.


I donโ€™t want to be quiet.

I want to screamโ€”

To break the silence,

To te...

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Whispers of the sky

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

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Whispers of the sky

~Mirc~


When I look up high,

I see the stars in the sky.

They shine bright,

and light up the whole night.

They tell stories,

Which are whispers to the naked eye.

They sit up so high,

No one can disturb and ruin their peace.

Stars are pretty and very beautiful,

even though their just balls of fire.

They tell multiple stories,

Stories no one will hear or ever see.

Sta...

Poetry

Adventure

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Feeling off but still waiting

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

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Feeling off but still waiting.

~Mirc~


I was feeling a bit off today,

but I still went on my merry little way.

My day felt strange,

but I kept walking on.

I did everything the same today,

the same as the day before.


Everything felt off today,

and I felt something coming.

Something I couldnโ€™t put a finger on,

no way to know what.

But still, I felt itโ€”

something was coming.


When I got home,

the ...

Poetry

Thriller

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The Overbearing Girl

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

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~Mirc~

The Overbearing Girl


You tell me to show emotionโ€”

so I bare it all, and Iโ€™m called too much.

You tell me to care more,

so I care too deeply, and Iโ€™m told to step back.

You tell me to speak up,

so I raise my voice,

and suddenly, Iโ€™m too loud,

asked to quiet down.


I scream, but it comes out a whisper.

I yell, but nothing escapes.

I scream so loud inside my chest,

yet no one comes.

No one s...

Thriller

Poetry

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๐”š๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข โ„œ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ฑ ๐”—๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”๐”ข

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

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๐”š๐”ฅ๐”ข๐”ฏ๐”ข ๐”ฑ๐”ฅ๐”ข โ„œ๐”ฆ๐”ฃ๐”ฑ ๐”—๐”ž๐”จ๐”ข๐”ฐ ๐”๐”ข

~Mirc~


The rift opened, dragging me with itโ€”

to a sacred place I didnโ€™t know.

I didnโ€™t know where Iโ€™d end up,

but I couldnโ€™t escape.

I was trapped,

alone with pain and sorrow.


It pulled me to an unknown place,

a current I couldnโ€™t fight.

Stuck in the water,

no choices left.

Not to save myself,

not to die.

The truth was cruelโ€”

I never had a choice at al...

Thriller

Poetry

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๐’ฏ๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’ฒโ„ฏ๐’พโ„Š๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“โ„ฏ๐“ƒ๐’ธโ„ฏ

๐“ฃ๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฝ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ธ๐“ป๐”‚

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~๐’ฏ๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐’ฒโ„ฏ๐’พโ„Š๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ฎ๐’พ๐“โ„ฏ๐“ƒ๐’ธโ„ฏ~

~Mirc~

Loud as thunder,

quiet as a whisper.


You might hear it,

or you might not.


Whisper or yell.

Hear or not.

You can be loud,

or you can be quiet.


Will they ever hear you?

Or will your cries go unheard?


Will they come and help you,

or leave you to suffer?


Are you worthy of saving,

or are you destined to suffer?


You can scream and yell,

and no one will...

Poetry

Drama

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