Scattered Words , Shattered Souls
Unspoken Words
In the silence, I find my voice
A whispered scream, a heartfelt choice
To speak the truth, to let it be known
But fear and doubt, they hold me back home
𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊
I've always been drawn to the power of words, the way they can capture the essence of our emotions, our thoughts, and our experiences. But what happens when words fail us? When the silence becomes too much to bear?
𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊
For me, poetry has always been a way to break the silence, to give voice to the emotions and thoughts that I've struggled to express. It's a way to process the world around me, to make sense of the chaos and the beauty.
𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊
But it's not always easy. There are times when the words won't come, when the silence feels like a weight that's crushing me. That's when I turn to my journal, to the scribbled notes and fragmented thoughts that help me make sense of my world.
Poem: "The Weight of Silence"
The silence is a heavy burden
A weight that presses down upon my chest
It's the unspoken words, the secrets kept
The fears and doubts that I've never expressed
It's the whispered lies, the hidden truths
The masks we wear, the roles we play
It's the silence that screams, the words unspoken
The weight that's crushing me, the burden unbroken
Vignette: "The Memory of You"
𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊
I remember the way you used to smile
The way your eyes would light up, the way your hair would shine
I remember the way you used to laugh
The way your voice would ring out, the way your joy would infect
𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊
But most of all, I remember the way you used to listen
The way you'd hear the words I couldn't speak
The way you'd see the tears I couldn't cry
The way you'd understand the silence that I couldn't break
Poem: "The Language of Silence"
In the silence, I find my voice
A whispered scream, a heartfelt choice
To speak the truth, to let it be known
But fear and doubt, they hold me back home
I search for words, for a language true
A way to express the emotions that I feel anew
But the silence is a stubborn thing
It refuses to yield, it refuses to sing
𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊
I've come to realize that silence is not the absence of sound, but the presence of emotion. It's the unspoken words, the secrets kept, the fears and doubts that we've never expressed.
𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊
It's the weight of our experiences, the burden of our memories. It's the whispered lies, the hidden truths, the masks we wear, the roles we play.
𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊
But it's also the beauty of our emotions, the depth of our feelings. It's the way we connect with others, the way we understand ourselves.
Poem: "The Beauty of Silence"
In the silence, I find my peace
A sense of calm, a world to cease
From the chaos and the noise, the fray
I find my center, my heart, my way
It's the beauty of the unspoken word
The power of the emotions that are heard
It's the depth of our feelings, the way we connect
The silence that speaks, the words that inspect
ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ so yeah chapter is finished
𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚊
ಡ ͜ ʖ ಡ tell me in comments how's it
Unspoken Words
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇss,ʙᴜᴛ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪɴᴇs.
ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ sᴇᴇ—ᴍᴏɴsᴛᴇʀs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs,ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇsᴜsᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ɪs ᴡᴀsᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀɴᴅs.
ɪᴛ's ᴀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇғɪᴇʟᴅ —ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅs sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ
ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ. ɪ ᴅᴏ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ!
Ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs?ʜᴜʜ ᴀᴍ ɪ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ?ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ɪ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs,ᴛsᴋ. sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʟʏ ᴍʏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴅ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
ᴀ℘ɴᴇ ɧơᴋᴇƦ ʟơɢ ωơ
ʙᴇɢᴀɴᴏ sᴀ,ᴅᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴇ ᴊᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪ
┐(￣ヮ￣)┌
ʂᴜᴋơơɴ қɛ ωᴀᴀᴅɛ ҚᴀƦ қɛ ɧųɱʂɛ
Ɱᴀᴛʟᴀʙ ᴋı ᴄɧɛɛᴢɛ ʟɛ ᴊᴀᴛɛ ɧᴀɪ🗿
ʜᴜᴍᴇ sᴜɴɴᴇ ᴋɪ ғᴜʀsᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʜᴀᴀɴ ᴋɪsɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴀᴀs ᴛʜɪ?✨
ɪɴʜᴇ ᴛᴏʜ ʙᴀs ᴀᴘɴɪ ʜᴇᴇ,🤌🏻ᴛᴀɴʜᴀɪ ᴍɪᴛᴀɴᴇ ᴋɪ ᴀᴀs ᴛʜɪ (￣ヮ￣)
ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴs ᴊᴏ ᴄʜʜᴜᴘᴀ ʙʜᴀɪᴛʜᴀ ᴛʜᴀ ಡ ͜ ಡ
ᴀᴋʜɪʀ ᴋʏᴜɴ ʙᴀʏᴀᴀɴ ᴋɪʏᴀ ᴍᴀɪɴᴇ?(~‾▿‾)~
ᴄʜᴇᴇᴢᴇ sᴜʟᴊᴀɴᴇ ᴋɪ ᴋᴏsʜɪsʜ ᴍᴇɪɴ 🗣️
ᴋʜᴜᴅᴋᴏ ʜᴇᴇ ᴜʟᴊʜᴀ ʟɪʏᴀ ᴍᴀɪɴᴇ.🤞🏻
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴜᴢ ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ʟᴍᴀᴏ,sᴏ sʜɪʏᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏɴᴏᴜʀs
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇ?ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪ'ʟʟ ɢᴏ ғᴏʀ ʜɪɴᴅɪ. sᴏᴜɴᴅs ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ɴᴏ?
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
"𝚆𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕; 𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗"
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔??… 𝚗𝚘
𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗..? 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕.𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎
ϲɑӀӀ ʍҽ հҽɑɾԵӀҽՏՏ
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
Ɪ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʟʟs ɪɴ ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ,
ɴᴏ ᴅᴏᴏʀs,ɴᴏ ᴋᴇʏs, ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ.
ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴄʜ-sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ,ʏᴇs ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʟᴇss & ᴅʀʏ.
I built my walls in marble white—perfect, impenetrable. No doors, no keys. Why would I need them? Opening up? For what? To hand someone a blade and watch them carve scars into my soul? No, I learned early. Keeping people out is the only way to stay whole.
My heart doesn’t clench when they cry. Tears? They’re just another tactic, another game. I've seen it too many times—people weeping, begging, acting like their pain should matter to me. It doesn’t. Why should it? Sympathy is a currency, and I don’t deal in debts.
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴅ
ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ sᴛᴇᴇʟ,
ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ,ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʟ.
ɪ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ
ɪ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴀsᴛ.
ʟᴏᴠᴇ's ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ,ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴀsᴛs.
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ,ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢʀɪᴇᴠᴇ.ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ.
ʟᴏᴠᴇ?ɪs ɪᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ?
Cold? No. Steel. Cold breaks under pressure; steel sharpens. They call me ruthless because I don’t play by their rules. Because I don’t sugarcoat reality.
I learned young. I learned fast. Love? It’s never permanent. People don’t love—they use, they take, they abandon. And I? I don’t chase illusions. I don’t grieve the inevitable.
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇss,ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴡɪsᴇ.
Sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇs.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʟᴜᴛᴄʜ ᴍʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs,ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ-ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ.
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ғᴀᴅᴇ.
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ.,ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ.
They whisper my name, hoping I’ll turn, hoping I’ll care. I don’t. I see through their lies, their apologies, their empty words. Regret? Tears? Too little, too late. I’ve already made my choices, and I don’t look back.
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ,
ɴᴏʀ ᴅᴏᴇs ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇᴋ.
Sᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ,ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ PAIN
ɪ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ,ɪ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ RAIN
ʜᴇᴀƦᴛS ᴍᴀʏ ʙƦᴇᴀᴋ,ᴏƦ ʟᴏᴠᴇS ᴍᴀʏ ᴅɪᴇ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ'ʟʟ Ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ-ᴜɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ & ᴅƦʏ
A king doesn’t bow to the cries of the weak, nor does he seek love in fragile hands. Let them drown in their own sorrow. I walk alone. I own the storm.
You may hate me, You may break, But me? I will stay. Unmoved. Untouched. Unbreakable.
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
ʄʊʟʟ ʋɛʀֆɛֆ ȶօɢɛȶɦɛʀ
ᥫ᭡Ꮶɪ፝֟ɴɢ 𝐗ᴧ𝐯ἶέƦ᭄
Ɪ ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʟʟs ɪɴ ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ,
ɴᴏ ᴅᴏᴏʀs,ɴᴏ ᴋᴇʏs, ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ.
ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴄʜ-sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀʏ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴇ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ,ʏᴇs ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʟᴇss & ᴅʀʏ.
ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴅ
ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ sᴛᴇᴇʟ,
ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴇ,ᴄᴀɴ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʟ.
ɪ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ
ɪ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ғᴀsᴛ.
ʟᴏᴠᴇ's ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ,ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴀsᴛs.
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ,ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢʀɪᴇᴠᴇ.ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ.
ʟᴏᴠᴇ?ɪs ɪᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ?
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʀᴜᴛʜʟᴇss,ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴡɪsᴇ.
Sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴇs.
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʟᴜᴛᴄʜ ᴍʏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡs,ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ.
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ-ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ.
ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴍᴇᴀɴs ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ғᴀᴅᴇ.
ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ.,ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ.
ᴀ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴇs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ,
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