Fall | Poem

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“When there’s nowhere left to turn, the voices and void thickens, leaving us in total darkness—alone to burn.”

 

 

‘Fall’ is a short poem written and created by me about the dark state of depression—our fall. I made this for those who are going through a tough time where it feels as though everything is falling apart and fading away. Just know you are not alone, even though it may feel like you are.

There is always a way to turn over a new leaf. ♥

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Destined | Haiku Poem

Artwork by Torquato

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"Destined to fall and conquer all."

A short Haiku poem written and created by me - STEPHEX.

The Lost Diary #9 | State of Decay

The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.

STATE OF DECAY

There’s a darkness inside of me—a demon, lurking in the shadowed parts of my soul. It consumes every ounce of my well-being and there’s no way to kill it without killing myself. It feeds on my happiness, my failures, my disappoints, my insecurities and the loss of my hope. It disables me. 

It whispers awful things to me and gets inside my head—its maggots crawling inside my mind, burying their filth and decay inside my brain. It becomes me.

Twenty-Four | Poem

Art by Norvz Austria

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"The final hour to reset time."

A short poem written and created by me - STEPHEX.

The Lost Diary #8 | The Void

The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.

THE VOID

I've been lost for sometime now—the whirlpool of depression pulling me further down the void. I found myself coughing and spluttering as I pulled myself up from the heavy waves that have drowned my existence. I found myself able to move again, to float, and it was time for me to swim back to shore. 

My muscles were weak, each stroke to the surface paining me, but I told myself I couldn't drown like that again so I pushed further. Each breath caused my lungs to tighten as if the smallest amount of air was too heavy to consume, pinning them. I started choking. I had held my breath for too long—I forgot how to breathe.

As I Lay There Dying | '100th Blog Post Special' Poem

Artwork by GarcyaDesign

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"One million pieces of broken heart; one million pieces of broken art."

For my 100th blog post special, I wanted to share with you all an older poem from 2011 when I first started writing poetry; written and created by me - STEPHEX.