Arama of Love: Her Divine Secret

ARAMA OF LOVE: HER DIVINE SECRET

Our hands left each other.
I remain standing inside the border while people dragged him towards another border.
Our eyes do not leave each other. I saw tears in his eyes for me.
I can see his eyes are shedding tears for me.
That is when I realised, he was not just my saviour, he was not just my companion for some days, nor he was just my friend.
In these chaos I didn't realise the feelings I had for him and the feelings he had for me.
I became blind in my stubbornness and ego.
Seeing him getting far from me, something is breaking inside me.

He was in love with me and so am I.
I am in love with him.
My heart starts loving him but I realised it too late.
Nothing can happen now.

It's our end.
It's the end of whatever we had between us.
It's the end......

"Woh phisalta raha meri hateli se ret ki tarah,
Jab mutthi band ki tab tak wo jaa chuka tha."

Excessiveness of everything is harmful whether it's stubbornness or humbleness.
At some points stubbornness and arrogance is necessary while at some points humbleness is needed.

A story where one being stubborn, is determined to find her love no matter what. On the other hand, one who has always sacrificed his own desires for the sake of others, has made up his mind that this time,  he won't let go. He's willing to do whatever it takes to be with her again.

A story full of sacrifices, madness, craziness, suspense and love.

"Janabe Aalee ko mera chehra pasand na aaye ye baat mujhe qubool hai,
Magar mera intezaar pasand na aaye ye mujhe qubool nahi"
---Aineey☆

ATTENTION❗
Story is written by me personally so do not dare to copy my work.
I will not hesitate in reporting your account.


Midnight Words

//All I ever learned from love, is what pain is.//

Highest rank: #40 in poetry

Cover credit all go to @untamedchaos-. She's awesome, go check her out!


A broken soul

This book is a collection of poems that speak about death, love, loneliness and all the emotions and feelings that we all feel.


A Sombré Heart

i'm not here to write 'perfect'
i'm here to be honest.

this, is where i put the parts of me i usually hide, what i think of when i miss someone, when i'm confused, when i'm aching to understand myself. every piece is a raw, sometimes soft, sometimes sharp episode for me - for anyone who's ever loved too hard, lost too much, felt like the world and its walls are closing in on them, regretted or felt like a stranger in their own skin. if you're scared, healing, in love, or falling apart... this is for you & i

i guess.

so please... read 👓

(whew!... so nervous)


Broken

Have you ever wondered what goes on inside of the mind of a truly broken soul?

  The mind of a person with severe mental disorders.
  The one who smiles on the outside but is really dying within.
  The one that always appears happy.
  The person that you'd never guess was suffering every single day.

  Have you ever questioned what could break a person so badly?
  Have you ever wanted to get inside the mind of that person?

  This poetry is mine.
  This is me, opening my damaged mind to be discovered.

  Inside you'll find the raw emotions of a truly broken soul.


blossom!

poems, messy thoughts.


Hearts gone cold

This is a compilation of poetry and thoughts most centering around the idea of lost love or loneliness.

#1 sad poems 1-19-19
#1 compilation 1-19-19
#1 poet 1-29-19
#1 deep poem 2-22-19


S T R U M

It felt like butterflies and the feeling you get before you open a present,

   It felt like going on one of those roller coasters the moment right before the big drop.

   What Falling in love felt like.

His eyes held mine and something burst inside of me,
    Something that made me feel like all my emotions were going to upheave from my mouth,
Or blow me up so much that I might

Explode.

What falling in love felt like.

"I love you....please treat my heart kindly."

What falling in love is.


English GCSE AQA: Comprehensive Analysis of the Power and Conflict Poems

I decided to make a book on all the Power and Conflict poems for the English GCSE exams. NOTE: This book's analyses are very long and wordy due to much information from different sources. Although they are segmented, some may not find too much comfortable, so I've linked main the main resources I've gotten and have attached video analyses from mrbruff, a youtuber known for analyses. Sources are from multiple websites (e.g. BBC.com, madameanglaise.wordpress.com, poemanalysis.com, shmoop.com), which I have combined to make the ultimate revision book pretty much, so please don't get angry at me for copying. Good luck ;)

EDIT: Added an extra chapter with some practice questions you guys can practice.


When Reality Hits

A pure reflection of her reality;

this could also be your reality


Playlist of my heart

Put your earphones on because this is going to be one hell of a ride! Every single poem in here is associated with a specific song, memory or person, so I will do my best to guide you through it and the complicated tangle of emotions that are my teen years. Warning: there's gonna be a whole lot of soppy pieces as well as super dark ones, so if both of them aren't your taste, then oh well! With that being said I have one last thing to say to you: Enjoy!


Guzashta-e- Pyar

As she went to the room he followed her

and when she turned eye clashed.......

As he take a step towards her she taken two steps back

 as he tried to come closer she stopped him "don't you dare come close.

 he say "why it's not like I am going to kiss you " she "oh you didn't remember ......."


My Thoughts In Poetry

Poetry is my release.
So I put it here. Welcome to the book of my thoughts.
A book in which I discuss my deepest thoughts in the form of poetry.

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Cover by @krazy-dreamer


Realm of Opportunity

Enter the Realm of Opportunity, a realm-fiction from the world of DanMachi.

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Xavier doesn't hope for a better future. His life is relatively simple, (just the way he likes it,) and hope... complicates things. But his simple life is turned upside down when he find out that his poetry has been stolen... for the absolute oddest of reasons.


Release

This is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years.

Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxiety, sadnesses, anger, and hopelessness.

I was desperate to be loved and feared it the most, I was a coward, I was self-destructive, I would mentally bend my thoughts to the point of bordering insanity. I was born into this world alone, and got too comfortable with it.
Maybe I still am, but a fraction of what I used to be.

This writing is extremely vulnerable, and potentially disturbing to others, as all my weaknesses, strengths, obsessions with making every moment sentimental, the sickening desperation I've had, the destructiveness, and the constant brutal reconstruction of my mind.

Without guidance, it's been absolute intense chaos.

Though, there is beauty in the darkness.
Everything can be found in the darkness.

You'll find that through my writing, I've somehow slowly become exactly what I've written. A living representation of my writing and what I wanted to be. Without myself even knowing it.

A lot of my writing themes are based around nature, or some kind of natural aspect. The imagery I paint with natural metaphors is constant, the animals, just like you and I, the plants, and all other living things.

I planted these seeds in my mind, unknowingly at the time, where I now feel the deep dark green jungle pressing at the inner walls of my skull.

It's all that I want to consume my mind.
There's so much to learn.
The magic of nature, and it's infinite wisdom.

It's as if I have been on this path all along, and I didn't even know what I was doing, yet my body and mind were passively taking care of me. Giving me and eventually showing exactly what I want, and wanted to become.

I have every moment, every instance of suffering, and every epiphany to be thankful for.

Soon, I'll be at peace from the raging storm.


E m b r h e a                                                       AFTERLIFE

[CITY HEART] Can't I Touch Your Heart?
is a book by @Ryusensei2000 (Ryu Sakurada)

This is a FAN FICTION of that story

E m b r h e a
AFTERLIFE

* * * * *

The video ended.

It left her in tears.

His words kept lingering inside her head.

"Maybe in another lifetime, we'll meet again."

"I'll be waiting for you"

"And we'll laugh about how we broke each other's hearts*chuckles*."

"Can't I Touch Your Heart?"

* * * * *

This AFTERLIFE OF EMBER & RHEA is written by me (@ItsMistar) & MG (@ItsMGsShine)

* * * * *

Previously known as CITY HEART Afterlife (had to change it because of copyright issues)

#2 - afterlife
#12 - foreign
#48 - poems
#14 - poems


Stifled Sentiments (COMPLETED)

A collection of poems and narratives that describe the heart's sentiments in sorts.


night time poetry

*Poetry and quotes I come up with when I'm supposed to be asleep*

Most are quite short so the last chapter will be all of them combined

They will get better and most will be triggering

I will update occasionally but I'm marking as complete

Please vote or comment on your favourite poems (alway comment any spelling or punctuation mistakes)

Please don't ask me if I'm ok, I'm fine and poetry is how I cope with many things. I just hope that if you relate to any of these poems that they help you too.

Btw all the love poems are about a guy that I no longer like that much but they're not that shit so why not keep them

TWs: language, suicide, depression, derealization, self harm, murder and more

Wow! Over 1k reads! I truly appreciate everyone who has read this book


patchwork child

a collection of thoughts

read at your own risk


STRANGE GIRLS

❝ girls everywhere, so rare like inuit poetry. but then all have hearts that race and eyes that are pools of gold. ❞

celebrations. heartbreaks. women? they left.

strange girls™| ©vinylstake
started : 2021
status : ongoing.
updates : irregular.


Sad Poetry

My only escape is through my writing. Welcome to my world ~ It's not very pretty, but I hope it makes you feel something.

*Cover credit; Kaylannette


Words of Silence | Poetry / Rants

Just my thoughts
Be aware of trigger warnings

Waiting for the end,
Are you?
- so am I


Words by Hazyfantazy

Throughout my life, words have been everything.  I write with them to ease my own mind and also use them to comfort others.

The title is very much reflective of the time during which I wrote these.  Hazyfantazy, a nickname given to me by friends at the time, seemed important to include in the title, as it highlighted a time in my life where writing was a great solace and also a joy and whilst in some ways I feel I have very much outgrown her, as I have the friends who originated the name, she made me who I am today.

I decided to put all of these together in one place, as felt they worked best as a collective and also so that I can revisit them from time to time.  I originally intended to add to them, however after reading them and revisiting a lot of memories, it became apparent that anything I write from this day forth, would feel like they were written by a different me.  I think I would be better starting a new journey with anything new that I write.

Some of the pieces are personal and very reflective of the anxiety issues and panic attacks that plagued my late 20's and early 30's.  Others are very much fictional written in the style of personal experience.

To anyone who takes the time to read any of my poems, I thank you.  Your time is precious and I appreciate any that's given and if you hit the little vote button too, you have my everlasting gratitude ❤.

I am looking forward to writing, for the first time in a long time and for now bid farewell to Hazyfantazy, you were one hell of a rollercoaster ride.


Thoughts of a Loner.

Poetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.


ashes and wildflowers

In the quiet spaces between heartbeats, truth lives.

This deeply intimate collection of poetry captures the raw, unfiltered essence of emotion-love that bruises, grief that lingers, hope that flickers, and the quiet strength found in surviving it all. Each poem is a snapshot of the human experience of loving a girl with an avoidant attachment, written for anyone who's ever felt too much or not enough.

This is for the ones who break and rebuild, who carry softness like armor, and who find beauty in their scars.


Thoughts of a Moody Teenager

TRIGGER WARNING :

I've always been overwhelmed with my thoughts, so i decided to write them down in one of the few communities that i feel completely safe in, Wattpad.


It does get better.

People say it will get better.
But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know?
I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses, and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - about me and my journey of getting better.

! As this is about self harm and other previously mentioned topics, it might be triggering. I don't glorify it in any way, though.
I'm also not a native English speaker. If you find any mistakes, please tell me so I can improve.


Tacenda ➵ poems

Tacenda

(Noun) Things better left unsaid, matters to be passed over in silence.

- all poems made by chantal horanstan//cinnamoniall-


SHARING THE CREDIT ✓

KIM TAEHYUNG

two writers, one day, decided to celebrate their love by writing a book. the book had captured their thoughtful and pleasing memories in words that the world grew to appreciate.

Taehyung and Farah knew the warnings written by love sick poets, about how love doesn't last forever. nevertheless, they were oblivious.

when they broke apart distastefully, both regretted every writing a book for the world because now the world held a piece of them they struggled to maintain.

it's now four years later, their book is being gifted an award and the writers are forced to see each other again.

#9 in poetry


𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄

Sydney Prescott, the first final girl, the first victim to be tormented for a psycho's muse, well she's no longer a sight for sore eyes. This ghostface is hungry, for fresh and new blood, someone to bring fresh new fear out of.

  This murder mystery is going to be one hell of a ride, it'll really make you 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌!

                               SCREAM 5 ff

    Started: April 22nd, 2023
    Ended: May 10th, 2023


Discovering the Power of Agape Love

I John 4:19 NKJV
[19] We love Him because He first loved us.

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Freedom and happiness can't be found; life is always focusing on the wants of the world. The soul is always begging for peace, but it is still useless because of lies. The beginning is in our hands, but we're not sure of having a boundless life. Take a moment, come closer to Him, and see His miraculous things that will understand who we are.

***

"You are my beloved; you are the chosen. You are mine, trust the process. I am preparing something for you."


Too Many Maybe's

I used to think there'd be no living without you.

Then, you walked away.

Like it was the easiest thing in the world. We finally stopped making sense to you. So, you left. Why wouldn't you. It didn't matter that it still made sense to me. That I still held on to all those what ifs and unanswered questions of us. Still hoped for things to work out somehow. Still needed things to work out. Needed it like food and water.

This story might not make much sense to you, reader. It was written for him. And in many ways for myself. But I am grateful for your desire to explore our life's tale non the less. It was quite something. I hope you'll get something out of it.


Poetry's Tale to Tell

One sample of my work (Note not all poems will be so serious, some are story like others are light hearted):

"Every day, something happens...

Someone gets bullied,

Just because

"They're different"

"Nerdy"

"Annoying"

"Have no sense of fashion..."

All those things are of unimportance...!

Everyone has a choice,

Don't let what someone says, change it!

You could stand down...

Watch as the victim pleads for help...

That's the easy path,

But is it the right one?

Do you want that on your consciousness?

The pain can be so bad...

It takes a life...

Then it's too late,

Regret becomes your best mate...

A depressing thought...

Although.

It doesn't have to be that way...!

YOU can make it change!

Stand tall, speak loud,

Stand up for what is right!

That one action...

Can save a life...!

You could make a friend,

A REAL friend.

Spread awareness and

Right the wrong!

Be brave!

For those who suffer...

You're not alone...!

If there's no knight to slay

The evil demons away...

Find it within you, to be strong!

If you get no help, save yourself!

You deserve happiness, and it will come!

For karma never forgets you!

Nor your enemies...

Once it comes around, it will go around...

Speak out, you will be heard...!

The era of bullying will be no longer...!"


Poems

Need a poem?
Well, if you need one, feel free to read this work of mine entitled "Short Poems"

©amph1trite


A Collection of Poems

A collection of poems I have written throughout my life. Hope you enjoy them. <3


love And Hate And Being heartbroken

A collection of poems about
Love and hate and being heartbroken


Once Upon A Lone Heart | ✔

It's you. It's always you. But it never should have been.

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[A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them.]

[12/07/18 rank - #480/528 in prose]
[17/07/18 rank - #203/556 in prose]


Particular Poems for Particular People | √

[COMPLETED]

These are all my own original poems that I have written. You will often find a small message on the last part of the poem where I explain some things about the poem

These aren't just lovey dovey sad poems, there is a large variety of poems in this book. Example:

some are scary; political; funny or just plain random. Thank you for choosing to read this book!

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#1 : paranornalish
#15 : psychopathic


paper and pens

the human emotions


Dangerously Yours

Inspired by the 1944 radio broadcast Masquerade, Dangerously Yours is a story spun from shadows, secrets, and the kind of love that feels more like a gamble than a promise.


Facing the Horizon

In every person's life, there are lyrical phrases and expressive songs that one will always remember. 'Facing the Horizon' is even more captivating, as it combines a poetry book and a profound personal journey encompassing complex themes of love and grief, while also reflecting on how these experiences contribute to one's identity. Its pages eagerly await to be turned and engraved into one's memories.

The cover on this book came from a sunset I snapped a photograph of a long time ago and haven't been able to get out of my head. I thought it was meant to be.

About the Structure

Facing the Horizon is composed of sixty poems, carefully divided into four sections of fifteen poems each. This was a deliberate choice-a way to honor the emotional journey behind the writing and give each part its own rhythm and space.

Although I have written many more poems, I chose to stay true to this vision I set for myself from the beginning. This book reflects not only what I've created, but how I've grown while doing so.

There will be more poems, and there will be more books. But this is where it begins.


STARLESS EYES

to the boy who wanted nonfiction but who I gave poetry to. these are poems I never gave to you.

All rights reserved © 2017 immortalitatis-

cover by my lovely friend @hurtcopain


Meraki // Poetry & Short Stories

A collection of short little stories or ramblings I write when I'm bored or spontaneously inspired :))

• random updates • warnings posted above any chapters that need one • beware of triggering poems/stories • im a sad bean sometimes •


Uljhe Hue.

Ye kahani nazariye ki hai...jo na tumhara, na inka, na mera sahi hoga...

Uljhe hue hai dhaago mein.
Matt suljhao inhe,
Agar sulajh gaye toh kahin alag na ho jaaye.
.
Mallika points gun at Sumedh.
His car between the two.

Mallika:
Ye sab karne se pehle apni behen ke baare mein nahi socha tumne?
Sumedh:
Tumse hi seekha hai, Country over Family. Toh ab tum choose karo, country or family

He shoots at the petrol tank of the car and sets fire to the car with Mallika's family member inside the car and runs away.
.
What will Mallika do now?
Will she go after him or will save the family member inside the car?
What did Sumedh do?
Why is Mallika after him?
.
Do read this story.


Rhyme, Rhythm and Poetry

Poetry serves as a way to express emotions. It gives words to what we think about everything around us. Things which we could have said so easily.

But, when they are expressed in poems, "it feels special"


Unopened

A book of poems.
100/100


This Is Your Voice

A selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years.

An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life.

This collection is for the people who are going through difficulties in life, or the ones who are struggling to cope with losses they've experienced, or poems for the ones we love in our life.

Also available on Amazon Kindle for purchase..


A Dead Poet's Musings

Hey there! This is a collection of all my poems at one place. All of them are very close to me for they are mostly -sometimes fully, sometimes loosely- based on my life. Safe to say, this is a guide to whatever is in my mind, whatever I've been through. This is me in a way, in the form of poems.

Happy Reading friends
Hope ya like it✨


Red Words

A collection of my thoughts.
This book has been a cumulative journal over the course of  nearly 2 years. The poetry ranges from very good, to poor. However it all reflects how inspired I felt during the designated time. Be kind and enjoy.


poemsbygrace

These poems and entries are my way of releasing those emotions out of me. Emotions I go through, and I know that people could relate to me so I'm deciding to publish them for anyone who wants a personal reading that could even help you. So this is me, Grace Crilly.


Someone Like You | Sample

When I met him on a rainy afternoon the air smelt like gardenias. My black oxford pumps were soaked from accidentally stepping on a puddle, and the tiny yellow umbrella I held up barely saved me from the chilly rain.

When I met him on a rainy afternoon, the sky was pink and blue. I was starving and almost craving to smell the stuffy scent of my closed up home's small living room.

When I met him on a rainy afternoon, his son held my feet out of the blue and called me 'mum'. He rushed out of the restaurant only seconds later, his cheeks a pale flushed hue.

When I met him one day on a rainy afternoon, he looked up into my eyes and apologized. And inside my head, I thought to myself... what a lovely way to meet a lovely man on such a lovely rainy afternoon.

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1st Draft           -  15/03/18
2nd Draft         -  08/08/20
Published        :  28/08/21 | Paperback & Kindle
Cover                 :  Sierra Po
Trailer                :  boba


War

To be determined by your eyes!


[ p o e t r y  2]

Volume II of my life's poetry work

As with my first volume, these poems contain snippets of my life and my strongest emotions. Here I have opened my soul up to be read.


A Collection of Thoughts

A collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head.
*Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suicide


WE ARE JUST A POEM APART

They weren't opposites. Just unfinished.


Thoughts

Poetry♠♥♣♦

(Please don't copy.
All texts are written by me and belong to me.)


Club 27 Has Reached Capacity - F. T. Willz

Every poem by F. T. Willz I could find.

Some of them are titled by me seeing as they didn't have any titles or dates to use as a chapter name, although every poem is definitely written by F. T. Willz.

Enjoy.


Storytelling, in Paragraph Proportions

A dark, fantastical tale that is intended to unfold a paragraph, or thereabouts, at a time.


*SCREAMING IN SILENCE*

THIS IS A BOOK FULL OF POETRY I WRITE.
THESE ARE MY PURE EMOTIONS.

TRIGGER WARNING
(suïcide, depression, death, love, pain, childhood trauma, trauma, father issues...)


The Veiled Nights

Layla has always been trying hard to let her scars fade away but every time she tries to break free from her chains something binds her again against her wills.

But, one fine morning she is woken up free from all her chains. Her house scream empty empathy at her as she tries find her family and a reason of her sudden doomed life.

Meet, Layla Ahmed in the book who is a Modern Medusa & Baraq Bin Abdullah who is a Fallen Angel.

#2 in Arabia 24-2-24
#5 in arabiannights 24-2-24
#2 in baghdad 24-2-24


Untold Tales

Poetry.

As we venture into the depths of the woods, our voyage leads us into the sylvan realm where languishing nymphs reside, burdened by sorrow and constrained to silence for it holds secrets that will cause havoc once unraveled. In the gardens where fairies dwell, a woman finds solitude as she pens her calamitous agony, intertwining them with the tales whispered into her receptive ears as she finds consolation in the abyss that scorns her existence. Chronicles of an irremediable love triangle, forever ensnared in its unruly turmoil, yet unearthing utmost gaiety amidst the tempestuous wrath and fury brought by the raging waves.

Tales of miseries, hopes, dreams, and fury, untold to be retold again.

© 2022 by cieliastra


Hocus Pocus: The Journal

In a world of love, lies and deceit, A writer in is mid twenties came across the love of his life on his vacation to Seychelles but later found out a lot of things that took him by great surprise. Brian who comes from another dimension in the multiverse somehow found his way into the writers world through a mysterious magic poetic journal he found. In the journal, the writer explains the entire emotional roller coaster he experienced with his girlfriend and how he felt about it. His girlfriend gave him a cursed ring that made his higher self disappear, he went through heaven and hell because of their encounter, and they both slept in a bed of each other's lies until the very end. By Brian finding the journal, His fate and the writer's are destined together.


Sun Raha Hai Na Tu

"Sun Raha Hai Na Tu?" is more than just a book I started writing on a Sunday night - it's a poignant collection of thoughts and memories I longed to share with him before we parted ways. While I had expressed these feelings to him before, it felt like my words were met with silence, as if they were falling on deaf ears. No matter how many times I reassured him that I was there for him, that he was all I wanted, he chose to ignore me.

The distance between us grew so vast that I eventually chose to remain silent, and one day, we drifted apart. Yet, I still hold onto memories of him through a Spotify playlist and Pinterest board I created, filled with emotions I longed to share. I wish I could tell him that these songs and images represent my feelings for him, but now, it's too late.

Perhaps, if fate grants me a second chance and we meet again, I'll find the courage to express what's in my heart. Or maybe, I'll simply smile, knowing that some things are better left unsaid. Deep down, I know that no matter how much I say, nothing will change the past. The memories and emotions will remain, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been.

This book is a reflection of my unspoken emotions, a testament to the love and longing I couldn't convey. It's a reminder that sometimes, even when we say everything, it feels like we've said nothing at all.


Art of Letting Go

" Let your heart grief, It's okay.  It will heal eventually."

Art of Letting Go captures the raw and authentic emotions of moments, a roller-coaster of feelings, and a definition of life to choose not to give up. This book was to give people a chance to relate themselves to the pages and dip themselves with emotions that involve grief, loss, heartache, abuse, and feeling lost in life. A glimpse of these pages may change someone's life by giving them purpose of hope and shed light in the darkest of their hearts.

I wrote the "Art of Letting Go" about 3 years ago without an end because I never knew how to moved on from a chapter that felt like a never-ending cycle. I left the story feeling like it was untold. I found hope and my transfiguration in life to help others in search of the light again. In the experiences, challenges, and struggles that I faced over the years, I had to give this book an ending it deserved. We deserve closure, we deserve our voices and stories to be heard and to be told.

After 3 years, I came back to finish a story that needed to be closed and a chapter in my life that needed to heal. I realized that I struggled to finish this because there were parts of myself that couldn't heal from the past. I struggled to break free from the pain and it always kept coming back. I was really lost at some point in life and I came back to re-reading my poems and reflected in them. I found pieces of myself, teaching me that I was already in the process of healing all along. I was fighting all this time. I was resilient from all the storms that I've endured. My point is, YOU are too. Whatever you are going through, your storms will wither away and you will find your ray of light again.


Only you.

-ʀᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴜɴᴀᴛɪᴄ.

//POETRY. (I was 13 writing this)


Realm Of Hopes || Anthology

We are the PROJECT FINISH and we welcome you in the REALM OF HOPES.


LUNA

Anything under the moon. 🌙

Credits to: @moonlightjae


𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃

She's a hopeless romantic, trying to find the "one" for her, while her best friend is just trying to live her life the best way she can. How did these two ever become best friends, nobody knows, but what we do know is that they are ride or die. Never one without the other, and that's what makes their friendship extraordinary.

   For Deb Smikle, who allowed me to use her as the main character of this book. I love you Deb!!

   Started: December 23rd, 2022
   Ended: January 22nd, 2023


maerdyad

I don't know, I just need to write stuff right now.

When you thought you found the one,
after all this time,
after all the poeple that left,
and it turns out,
she loves someone else.

For when the rain comes,
and the hail,
and all hell is unleashed,
out of nowhere.


VOID'S EMBRACE, LIFE'S HOLD.

They stirred the soul,
Then left it hollow.
Desperation's lifeline,
A reeling return.

Yet, some experiences
Some experiences
Are just grievances
That drown us in silence,
despite scattered sparks of light.

NOTE: This is a snippet of one of the poems shared here ☺.

If you want to find out more, you can start 😉 reading.

It's collection of poems written over time.


𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

poems from within.
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
Note: my poem styles vary a lot, so some may rhyme and others no. Feel free to skip those you don't like. The poems aren't sequels to each other.  There might be spoken word and such. Some poems are lowercase intended, others are not. The poems are me. It took a tremendous amount of courage to publish these, so thank you to those who have encouraged me, and please think about what you comment, if someone does happen to read this shat. And just remember: I love you.
☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
started: july 30th, 2020
ended: april 5th, 2021


Soul Writer: Words From Within

This book is a collection of thoughts and feelings in the form of poems.

I share my words with you because they show that we are never alone with what we truly feel.

There are always other people who experience the same things as us, even if we may not think so.

Everything here is written by me. I'm not very good at writing but I hope you enjoy it.


The Gay Christian

Being brought up in a Christian home I've always been taught being homosexual was a sin. And that if you were gay you would go to hell. This is a story showing the battle between being gay and being Christian.


Wishful Thinker

/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams .

"you don't understand me, you never do
you never see words the way I always do
now I will bombard you with words
see if you will ever be lost for words"

started : 180219
ended : 181205


Crazy

poetry at its finest


between the lines

Between the lines is a deeply personal collection, bringing together every poem I've ever written into one unified volume. Spanning a wide range of themes-from love and loss to the mysteries of the cosmos and the fragility of the human experience-this book offers a glimpse into the evolution of my creative journey. Each piece is a reflection of the emotions, thoughts, and moments that have shaped my writing over time. With raw vulnerability and lyrical beauty, between the lines invites readers into the ever-changing landscape of my poetic world, where every word is an exploration of the heart, mind, and soul. This collection is not just a book of poetry - its a testament to growth, discovery, and the power of self-expression.


Chitwani Ratnavali V3 Part 2

Chitwani Ratnāvalī: Volume 3
The Rasa of the Supramundane

This volume is the breath between worlds.
Where sacred encounters slip through the mundane-
and God hides in everyday moments,
waiting to be seen.

It is the rasa of realization
in the middle of dishwashing,
grocery parking lots,
hospital waiting rooms,
a child's whisper,
a grandmother's story,
or a paper flying on the wind.

Here, the veil thins.
The Divine speaks without thunder.
Love reveals itself in cracked sidewalks,
in laughter, in nearness, in remembrance.

This is not fantasy.
This is the supramundane:
the reality behind reality,
where Heaven weaves through time
and leaves fingerprints on everything.

Each Chitwani is a sacred bead
strung from the heart of Paramdhāma
to the hearts still wandering-
a testimony, a spark,
a map home.


The Dragon That Breathes Flowers

A collection of poetry exploring struggles and growth through the destruction of family obligations and expectations, through love and the ones that weren't the one. Poetry that aims to capture the human experience. I hope it resonates with you wherever you are on your journey.


Petals full of thought

All my thoughts in jumbled up words, scrambled and mixed stanzas, Slightly dusted in deep mindful thinking that keeps me up at 4 am watching the sun rise Trigger warning some have to do with Depression,Self harm, eating disorders,and the Dark truths that lie beyond the silver lining of a smile and what those around you show and keep inside


Me Working Through It

Just a bunch of poems I write to help get through life. You can see my journey through anxiety, friendships, relationships, sexuality confusion, family nonsense and depression. You might relate.

I love comments (including grammar corrections).

I do not own the artwork, I give credit to the artist when I can find it. I do own the poems so please give me credit and all that stuff. I do doubt anyone would be using my poetry for anything but anyway.

I have a new book titled 'You.' which you'll be able to find in my account. I will only be updating that book from now on instead of this one as this one is completed.


The Graceful Armour

This Book Is A Collection Of Fictional And Non-Fictional Write-Ups. It Contains Mixture Of Many Feelings And Emotions, Such As, Jealousy, Love, Anger,
Sadness, Grief, Pain, Self-Love, Motivation, Happiness And Many More. This Book Is Dedicated To One Of My Special Person. You Can Gift This Book To Your LongDistance Best Friend Or A Lover.


Almost Us

Book 1

They weren't a love story... not yet.
A café. A coincidence. Two strangers with no intention of colliding-until fate made them sit side by side.
What followed was a mess of stolen glances, unspoken words, laughter tangled with longing, and a connection neither of them saw coming.
But were they ever really together?
Or were they just... almost?

*Disclaimer: All the pictures you'll find in the book are all either inspiration taken from Google, Pinterest, or made with the help of  AI*


seams and stitching ♡ published

"this is your kind of story. no one is the good guy-- no one is the bad guy-- the blame shifts from monster to monster and in this place everyone bares their teeth."

[featured. highest ranking: #6 in poetry.]


Book of Poems!

Just some poems I scribbled down and decided to post for y'all to read.


Dear Daniel

Based on a somewhat true story. DM me for the deeds.

"Dear Daniel" follows Liam, an artistic high school junior with a crush on star quarterback Daniel. Unable to express his feelings openly, Liam writes secret letters to Daniel, which eventually lead to his outing and subsequent bullying. Despite the fallout, Daniel steps up to defend Liam, sparking an unlikely friendship and a hidden romance. Together, they navigate the challenges of high school, societal expectations, and their own fears, discovering the transformative power of love and self-acceptance.


Just don't

Poems from the lonely heart that always silence what they want to say. Mostly for fear of starting something they don't want to see it end.


Mockingbirds

"Oh, to be someone's poem..."
Mockingbirds is a deeply romantic and lyrical novel set in Victorian England, following the forbidden love between Arabella Montclair, the daughter of the wealthiest nobleman in town, and Alexander Allen, a poor but passionate poet. Their love defies the rigid societal expectations of their time, as Arabella's heart is drawn to Alexander's emotional depth and poetic soul. As their bond grows stronger, they must navigate family pressure, class divisions, and the complexities of their own desires. The novel explores themes of love, freedom, and self-discovery, showing how a powerful, unrestrained connection can challenge societal norms and transform those who embrace it.


ღ𝐵𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝐹𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝐻𝑒𝑟ᰔᩚ💞🌼

A book of poetry, of any kind, suggestions taken, hearts open brains working.


the slow art of breathing bitter

slow dancing love and pain
in the midnight chorus of
liquor-washed autumn green

...

|| a constellation of destructive poetry ||


Poetry

Thoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away.

Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called.

See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood.

Read them and feel yourself drifting into a space you didn't know.


A 100 For My Better Half

"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes,
Breaking my shell like metal on ice,
I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise-
The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank

This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shut in me and ignited in me unique passion for love. This is for the silently loud times we spent together senseless of world but burning with passion for good in our eyes.

Overall and sincerely, this is for YOU! Follow meticulously and you may just find your own better half, no matter who He is or She is. Stay strong, Love you too.


Honey and Bullets

This is a collection of my poetry, I suffer from BPD, OCD, and PTSD. I want others to know, that they aren't alone. That others out there can hear them. In healing with every poem I write, join me on this journey. I wrote The first few poems in middle school when I was 13, and as they progressed, I got older. At the time of this edit, I'm 21.


like the wind that flows through your hair

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔, 𝐴𝑦𝑎𝑘𝑎. 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝘩𝑎𝑖𝑟.

Two souls. Two worlds. Yet, the strings of fate were inescapable. Many years ago, Zhongli, previously Morax - the Geo Archon Rex Lapis - first encountered Kamisato Ayaka when she was a young butterfly with the weight of a nation upon her shoulders. Touched by her earnesty, he guided her in many things and was one of the few that genuinely tried to understand her. In return, her selfless heart embraced him wholly - whoever he was in the past, everything he is right now, and all that he would become. Their friendship grew slowly into a companionship most can only dream of. However, the love that burns with the brightest flame also leaves the deepest scars. Unforeseen challenges arise that threaten everything they had built together. With the odds stacked against them, can their love withstand the ravages of time?

༻ PART I COMPLETE

༛༛ ༛ ༛༺༻༛ ༛ ༛༛

Background: The story setting is the game Genshin Impact. As such, characters each have one elemental power: Anemo, Geo, Hydro, Cryo, Electro, Pyro, or Dendro. The story takes place in Inazuma (land of Electro) and Liyue (land of Geo).

༛༛ ༛ ༛༺༻༛ ༛ ༛༛

Inspired by true events.
Co-written by Sora, my forever partner in crime.

Please vote and comment if you like my story!

Note:
༻ All characters belong to Hoyoverse. Zhongli is a mortal in my story.
༻ Mature/graphic content and sensitive topics.
༻ Cover made by me.


Poems For The Soul (FTS: #1)

[The Poet ─ For The Soul #1 ─ COMPLETED]

Book I of Poems For The Soul

Pools of words
That can bring comfort
To your heart and mind
During your downs in this life.

Book cover made by Daisy


THE GIRL WHO OUTGREW HER HURT

"The Girl Who Outgrew Her Hurt" is my story in poems.
I was the quiet girl with a soft heart, hard thoughts, and hidden pain.
The one who smiled while healing, loved while breaking, and kept everything inside.

This book is for the ones who feel too deeply, overthink at night, and keep going anyway.
It's about heartbreak, friendships that faded, missing people who didn't stay, and finding myself in the mess.

I wrote every poem from the truth I carry - soft, bold, and still becoming.
This is me, outgrowing what tried to break me.


The Inner Workings Of My Mind: A Coping Mechanism || Volume 2

This is the second collection of poetry expressing how my traumas, my physical, and my mental health have made me feel since I can remember. There is TRIGGERING content.

I write about almost every feeling I've had since I started researching and realizing and remembering things that have happened to me.

Be kind.

If you read this I want to say thank you for taking the time to understand me.

Definition of Free Verse
Free verse is a literary device that can be defined as poetry that is free from limitations of regular meter or rhythm, and does not rhyme with fixed forms. Such poems are without rhythm and rhyme schemes, do not follow regular rhyme scheme rules, yet still provide artistic expression.


𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐱 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Some loves don't end with marriages but with hopes of meeting each other again and promises that must be fulfilled.
***

What Aariz hates the most is Selena who has been needlessly put on a pedestal. But what he doesn't know is that she is trying her best to swim to the shore of stability while she is drowning in the outpouring of assignments and exams at her medical college.

Selena who is done with the eyes of people constantly placing her in an unapproachable position doesn't want Aariz to be the one taking her place. With him constantly spiraling down whenever someone brings up his past she knows he won't make it to the pedestal despite him getting admission into a med school.

But when Aariz returns from Denmark for the semester break, Selena is taken aback by her mortal enemy is striking up a conversation with her.  Will they still be fighting for the position on the pedestal or allow each other to heal as time stitches back the cuts together?

🥉 in Best Cover - The Massive Awards
🥉 in Best character aesthetic - 2022 Rose Gold Award

✨epilogue✨ has been added


Collection

A compilation of (mostly fictional) poetry, short stories / oneshots, and quotes

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Cover by _kakiku_
Cover created using Canva


Oath Of Love..

PREVIOUSLY KNOWN AS "HE PROMISED.."

"No.. your not him... she bit back the tears threatning to fall..

" no you cant be him"

"He will never do this.. he will never.." she screamed on top of her voice, pearly drops cascading down her cheeks mixing with the heavy downpour..

"Chukki trust me.. im ur pumpkin shell.." he encircled her wrist pulling her onto him.. his breath fanning over her neck..

" no dont you dare.. dont you dare touch me and dont you dare use that name.. he will never stoop so low"..

she pushed him back with all her might making him stumble back not because of her force but her words..

 "He will never stoop so low.. " kept on echoing through out his soul killing him whole..

"Get lost from my life and never show your filthy face again.. she growled walking away..

"But I promised I will never leave you chukki.. I promised" he cried falling on his knees..

But deep down he knew, he ve lost her.. pumpkin head lost his chukki.. maybe FOREVER..

He promised
She  waited..
He returned..
But what if its too late..

What happens when a beautiful innocent promise made long ago at the verge on innocence..binding two hearts.. two poles.. two souls..two entirely different lives.. is at stake?


Millions [Poetry]

a collection of words describing specific pain. my poetry doesn't follow any rules. my style may change but the words remain insane.

✨minimal to no cursing✨depression✨anxiety✨
hopeless romantic babble✨

proceed with caution.

2017-2018


Why? PoetsPub 2021 Achievement Hunter Challenge

Compilation of submissions to @PoetsPub Summer 2021 Challenge.


It's three in the morning.

I wanted to resonate some undefined emotions that ain't as tacky as a word.

A small collection of poems I wrote when I could not sleep. Or (mostly) of my personal experiences.


Heart shaped box

A poetry book
TWs in every chapter


Once in a lifetime.

When the rest of the band stepped away slightly Dalton put his arm around my waist and I thought my knees were going to buckle. I knew what I was going to do, and I needed all the courage I could muster up. As my brother's thumb goes down to take the photo I suddenly turn my head, close my eyes, and kiss Dalton right on the cheek.

Dalton is known as a "rockstar" playing shows every night in the biggest cities. Juliet is a wallflower ballerina in a small town. What happened when their world collide? And what will happen when someone from Daltons life tries to take what's rightfully his?

An even bigger twist, you get to decide the ending.

This was originally FacFiction that I changed into a sort of kind of legitimate story. I started it in high school and my 24 year old self is trying desperately to fix it because I've written two sequels to it as an adult. I'll also be publishing them once this one is fully published. If you don't like the story, I get it, I don't really either 😅.

Trigger warnings:
⚠  Eating disorders (I've experienced)
⚠ Bipolar disorder (I did my best on the research)
⚠ Child abuse (I've witnessed)
⚠ Low self esteem (I've experienced)
⚠A bit of self harm from another character (I've experienced)
⚠Miscarriages (I've witnessed)
If there are any that I've missed feel free to let me know!


Healing Heartbreak

A lover girl who is learning to heal her broken heart because she kept giving it to people who did not know how to handle it with care, and always left it broken. Spoiler alert, I'm almost healed so I'm writing a book about it


Life Is All About Smile

Sometimes you don't know what are you going to start at the point where you are standing. You just look ahead and there is infinite endless surrounding in front of you and nothing else.
  It so simple to take a step ahead and so hard not look back.
  This book contains poem and other articles which will try to make you motivate and tell the facts about your surrounding.
  Because we all need a little push from someone in our speedy and rushing life.

  Achievements
  SFTSAwards2017 winner
  #13 in poetry (06/04/17)
  #16 in poetry (20/03/17)
  #25 in poetry (19/03/17)
  #28 in poetry (12/12/16)

  I hope you will enjoy it as it is my first book on wattpad.☺


songs about you [h.s.]

"The sun began to rise over the horizon of turmoil when a pair of bright moss irises pulled back the blackout curtains. "

Phoebe, a girl lost in her own head, spends her days working in the local bookstore and writing poetry. Her days of just going through the motions are put on pause when Harry walks through the door and turns her world upside down.

Harry, a boy trapped in his own head, spends his days working at his grandparent's record store and drinking his past away. His days of being stuck in the dark are brought into the light when Phoebe comes into his life and turns his world upside down.

TW: discussion of substance abuse, sexual assault, child abuse, sexual descriptions, adult dialogue


Pour Decisions

"They say rain means cleansing, new beginnings, a chance to start over.
But in Veleve City, it meant something else.
For Luvena, rain was the thief of time - every drop a moment lost, every storm a memory erased before it could be made. It meant loneliness.
For Sol, it was the rain that gave her peace, comfort, and led her to find warmth.
And for Eli... rain was just something he avoided.
Until he stopped running.
Until he stood still long enough to fall.

Rain, rain, go away,
Come again... another day,
Don't worry, the pour weather will fade,
But poor decisions were already made."


My Unstable Poetry

A diary of sorts. 2015-2017.
A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.


Stream Of Thoughts

Sometimes my thoughts are violent,
Sometimes they bring me to the light.
Sometimes I sit in silence,
Sometimes I'm running for my life.

Just random thoughts that I write for motivating myself when I'm struggling from daily life problems and these are not just poems or songs but a little part of my life too.

Hope you'll love these❤.


The Unnamed Destiny- The Journey To The Future

Everytime she was desparate for her soulmate.
But when she got hints from the universe
Was it all just her imagination?
She doesn't know what she is afraid of?
The planned future or the possibilities?
A story where she wants to do nothing but just love.
Was it a crime to be so pure in such a dark world?
What will happen when a writer gets to know her future?
Which she is the most afraid of?
She wants love the most but
Then what can she be afraid of the most?


Serendipity

Oh, the life of a teenage girl. It seems like high school never gets easier especially when it comes to love. Happiness was like a diamond, rare until she found someone that made her happy without even expecting it. She will learn what love really is, the challenges that come with it, and how far she will go for someone she truly cares about.

*This is a fictional story*
*Some profanity included*

Disclaimer: This story is structured like my past and made to represent my love life but in a fictional sense. What that means not every event that happened was real. Not every character I made and their actions were real. This is purely for entertainment purposes only. Do not take this so seriously!
Thx you!! ;)

Photo credit: All are on Pinterest except for 1
Part 1: Winamaulidiya
Part 2: 7anime.net
Part 3: Sad Chill 🥀
Part 4: keyrin.diary.ru
Part 5: Luna Witch
Part 6: SigZero
Part 7: Susza Lindner w/PicsArt sticker
Part 8: 2d.frisuren2019.top
Part 9: pbs.twimg.com on Pinterest
and ImNotFuckingJoke on Wattpad
Part 10: Beatrice Art Ideas
Part 11: Hello Beautiful
Part 12:  Giselle Huerta
Part 13: LaLaLove Anime


Beautiful Enough To Frame

Two years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.


ANGELS ON CRACK

be my cynosure, stain my lips with aphrodisiacal delusions of us.

touch me not, for the moment you do, i shall search for it for the rest of my life.

collection of poetry
reuploaded - 12•28•20


Cold Nights ||Poems||

Sometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.


call her bones

constantly thinking about nothing but everything. tw.


I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)

poetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really.

continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife

apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm starting a new collection here, in a second work, check it out if you want: https://www.wattpad.com/story/352209897


THE TRUTH LIES WITHIN - a book of poetic honesty

"THE TRUTH LIES WITHIN" is a book filled with poems i've written throughout my life, begging to be seen by someone.

Sometimes, the truth can only be conveyed in a certain way.

Each piece is personal work, any resemblances or similarities to any other work is purely coincidental.

This book will constantly be updated with new pieces  for as long as I'm writing them (or get submissions)

I hope you enjoy reading the words that were once just ideas :)

Started: 31/08/2024


REMEMBER ME, MY LOVE

I found purpose in my anguish. Although the days were rough. Although, at times, I almost gave up. This life I got is mines to live. I won't ever take my beating heart for granted again. As long as blood flows through me, I will seek the happiness that I deserve.

I'm finally beginning to remember who I am.


Dark Devotion

Dark Devotion is a gothic novella that pierces the heart and soul, immersing the reader in a world of aristocratic vampire passion. Elizabeth, a young aristocrat who has become a vampire, wanders in the darkness of her own desires. Her heart, once pure and innocent, now burns with a forbidden craving-love for her uncle, a powerful vampire who torments her soul and body. In this world where love and devotion intertwine with the curse of immortality, the heroine seeks a path to the light hidden in the darkest corners of her heart. Darkness, gothic elements, and mystical emotions form the foundation of this story, which, against all odds, leads to a bright ending.


REMEMBER ME, MY LOVE


Scarlett Tainted Green~Sirius Black

In a world where legacies are gospel and names carry the weight of history, Scarlett Eileen Dumbledore was never meant to be a Slytherin. The niece of Albus Dumbledore, daughter of the quiet storm Ariana and the enigmatic William Prince, she walks through Hogwarts like a whispered contradiction-part myth, part mystery. With emerald eyes that hold entire wars and a heart stitched together by defiance, Scarlett is a girl who burns quietly, dangerously, beneath a surface of unshaken grace. She is the ocean learning to love its own tides-haunted by lineage, adored by few, understood by fewer.

And then came Sirius Black.

He is everything she is not supposed to love-loud where she is silent, reckless where she is calculating, fire to her frost. A Gryffindor rebel, carved from defiance and shadowed by his family's darkness, Sirius is drawn to Scarlett like sin to prayer. Their love is not gentle-it is aching and unspoken, forged in stolen glances, sharp words, and forbidden touches beneath the weight of ancestral expectations.

Scarlett Tainted Green is the tale of a girl born to history and a boy trying to escape it. It is war wrapped in romance, bloodlines tainted with longing, and the slow, unstoppable unraveling of two souls destined to destroy or save each other. In a castle that chooses sides, Scarlett and Sirius will choose each other-again and again-until the world forces them not to.


𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 | 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝

𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ♡


the tortured poets department

you left your typewriter at my apartment
straight from the tortured poets department


Collection

I honestly just wanted a place to put all my favorite poems that I've written. Enjoy.


My Liberation Poems

This is the kind of poems you all want to read,
A story of a little girl, a teenage, a young lady and a woman;
Aspiring to be liberated from an inherited mind ;
A mind full of stories and patterns that the brain refuses to swallow;
 *****
This is the kind of poems that comforted to her;
Spilling words of liberation;
Spilling words of the truth behind her behavior;
A behavior that made her hate her existence;
*****
This is the kind of poems that tells her journey ;
How she is navigating to shine through life's cloud;
How she found out that she is precious too;
And how she is finally accepting her self  too;
*****
This is the kind of poems that liberates your soul;
The kind that pushes you to draw your own map in this life;
This is the kind that works as a guideline to you ;
And the kind that pushes you out of the wooden cage that might be blinding you!
*****
This is the kind of poems that will bring warmth, comfort, peace and understanding;
This is the kind that works as a prompt to start knowing yourself better;
This is the kind of poems that will make you spread your wings and start writing your story too.


Life Begins Again 🥀🌸

It's a mix contents full of poems and quotes.
     Enjoy reading this book. 🥀🌸


The Poems For You

My smile, my tears, my words, my silence, my life,
it's all about you
because it's you.

Poetries which comes from one's heart for a sweetheart....That connects to one's soul💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
Full of emotions
Love, Inspiration, Passion, Pain and comfort
Because it is all about you💜
Sometimes you even don't know how you feel ......But It may connect you....
You must have felt lonely, unloved, broke
You must have experienced the butterflies in stomach of meeting your first love.....
You must have felt the pain of endings
Let's share what we feel.


The Death Of Us

|𝒲𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝑒.
~ 𝒥𝒶𝓃𝓊𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝟣𝟪, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧


A Thorne Among The Roses

Ghosts  (BBC)  Fanfiction

"You really want to know what vexed me?
Fine I'll tell you.
Lord Byron was my greatest foe, if I had flesh - and this were Byron himself - I would damn well run  him through!  He stole my verse, my destiny and now he is to steal the woman of my dreams."

This is the story of  how Thomas came to be a Ghost of Button house, his hatred for Byron and his penchant for lovelorn poetry.


Intolerance {Star Trek Enterprise Fan Fiction}

There are women coming to the Enterprise! Travis Mayweather proposes a friendly competition with his friends - whoever gets the girl first wins.

  But then the winner gets more than he bargained for, and learns just how much he can take.

  How much can you tolerate?

  Takes place from July 9, 2158 through the end of that month.

  Star Trek fan fiction starring Malcolm Reed, Travis Mayweather, Trip Tucker, Hoshi Sato, Jonathan Archer, Doctor Phlox, and more.


What if Everything was Different? | ✓

Think about it. What if everything WAS different? What would happen? How would you change? How would the people around you change? If you think about it, the way things would be different, might even make it more like it once was.

Try this book of poems. Give it a chance to make it's mark.

Or don't.

It is really all up to you at this point.


Dried petals

"and I find myself tucking your smile in the space that lies between every letter .for babe , if I can't keep you by my side ,then  I'll lock you
in each poem these hands write down ."_Aya

Highest rank #43 in poetry on 23/7/2017 .


Phantasmal

"I'm -- I'm in love with you, Adalia."

"What?" Adalia laughed loudly, shaking her head. "That's complete nonsense," she said, staring at him with tired and disbelieving eyes. "You're not in love with me. Love -- love isn't real. Love isn't genuine. Love -- there's no such thing. It's just an illusion, Jaycen. It's just a p h a n t a s m."


Touch the Sky

for anyone who has ever been told to get their heads out of the clouds.


Blank Spaces

An emotive journey through the empty places we visit but never want to see. The pain, the heartbreak, trying to see hope in places there may be none. And the secrets, and yes there are always secrets. Can you see them in this dark empty space?

So it's done, more original art to be added to its pages, I hope everyone enjoyed the ride.

May 2017 #166
June 2017 #133


THE FOOL ON THE HILL

A collection of personal thoughts and poetry.


Unveild Human Civilization

THIS IS NOT A STORY
It is a point of vew of people and life
the things i feel that maybe others can relate
no sugar coated fantasies...If you can't handel some of it i understand just be respectfull in the comments please ;)

⚠TRIGGER WARNING ⚠
⚠MATURE LANGUAGE⚠

- it does have some intense emotions and topics within this story your discretion is advised


Normal With You

''Hey little bee.''

His soft, husky voice sounded close to her ear.

''Yes?''She looked up at him, smiling at the way he looked down at her. She knew what the others saw as she looked at him because it was the same thing she saw reflected in his dimmed eyes and his slight smile.
''Will you do something for me?''
''What?''
''Close your eyes with me.''
She could feel his breath dance across her lips as his fingers tightened around hers. If she opened her eyes, she was sure she would be able to count each and every one of the freckles covering his face.

''One day,'' She felt his lips graze her fingers lightly as she placed her hand gently before his mouth. ''You're never going to leave and when that happens, I'll never stop kissing you.''

*Rated for graphic and matured themes including rape, molestation and abuse. Readers below 18 are strictly cautioned*


My Days With You

Christian Poetry


poems for you. always for you. ✓

poems for you. poems for the ex best friends and the lost 'forevers'. poems for the memories that burn and fade before burning again. poems for the emptiness that is heavy and hollow in hearts. poems for the fleeting, fiery moments of happiness that are always worth it in the end. poems for the words that have saved me, the words that i hope will travel the whole world to find you. poems for me.

(misc collection ~ some are love poems, sad shit, prompt-inspired, etc)

cover credit: @leolantsov

#1 on 'teenpoet' Jan. 4, 2021
#1 on 'originalpoetry' Feb. 6, 2021
#1 on 'poetess' Feb. 25, 2021
#1 on 'mypoetry' Apr. 28, 2021
#1 on 'poetic' Jul. 25, 2021


When You Read it, You'll know me

Just words that flow
A river in my head
It twists and turns
And never stays the same
The current is strong
You can never go back
Pen it down
And remember
The joy of the ride
Through the rough bumpy tide
That are the words
In my mind.


Me

Sad truth About myself


Heartstrings

As two souls together intertwined
And as two guarded hearts turned blind,
What started off as hate, later served as a bind
And now for them, all the stars and moons like fate alined.
What ever happens and no matter life's pusillanimity
Our heartstrings connect us to infinity
___________________________________________

It was starting to get warm. Still not breaking eye contact, Landon put one hand under my chin and lifted my head up. We were inches apart at this point. Due to our height difference, I stood on my tiptoes, in hopes of reaching his face, and he bent down to reach mine. I could feel his warm minty breath on my lips as he cupped one of my cheeks with his hand, but only after tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

Suddenly, Clyde busted the door open causing Landon and I to quickly fall apart. Clyde seemed out of breath and very agitated...

#8heartstings (01/30/2020)
#9mexican-american (1/9/2021)
#9mayhem (04/17/2020)


The Teenage Mind

A collection of poetry
For any teenager
Who feels alone,
And ugly.
This is for the ones who just need a rant session.
This poetry collection
Is for the outcasts,
And for the goldens,
Because here we are all anonymous.
Well, except for me.


Emotional Discharge: A Poetry Collection

A poetry collection and journal documentation of a heartbreak.


sunsets after dark. | poetry collection

for the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else.

a collection of short and long poems and occasional updates.

 "Sorrys are just something you say to avoid doing anything different or better." - The Book Eaters, Sunyi Dean

‼TW‼
contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH.
Amongst other things.

I am a poet I write what I think. I write what I love, hate, and everything in between. I am weakest in my writing if you don't enjoy it that is not my problem.

STARTED | 1/1/23
FINISHED |

4th in poetry
6th in poetrycollection
10th in suicideprevention
1st in vending
5th in poem
7th in shortpoem
4th in venting

                                               .♡.


K I N G

Neil was caught between a hard place and a rock. His lungs heaved as he desperately tried to suck in air, but to no avail. He couldn't breath. Tears ran down his face as he smothered his strangled sobs against his pillow. He didn't know how long he could keep up this act. All he wanted was Todd.

Todd couldn't sleep. He hadn't been able to for the past few nights. All he could think about was Neil. His lips as they closed over a cigarette. His brown eyes sparkling as he practiced his lines as Puck. His wet hair and how it clung to his neck after a shower. Todd squeezed his eyes tight as he tried to will away the wicked images. He shouldn't be staring at his best friend like that. It was unnatural. It meant he was a fairy. Yet Todd couldn't help but stare.

A story of two boys coming together, overcoming some of life's obstacles, and falling in love with each other; until one is tragically taken away.


Broken Stars

Deep poems about sadness, anger, regret, heart break, and much more. These poems are written during bad times in my life. Highest rank is 292 in poetry.


Attempted Humanity | BSD [soukoku]

What if Dazai tries to help Chuuya find his humanity only to have it backfire?
This fic is set 6 months after Stormbringer (Dazai & Chuuya are approximately 16). (crossposted from ao3)


King Lear: The Woman Between (Edmund x OC x Edgar Love Triangle)

Inspired by William Shakespeare's King Lear, this is the untold story of the healer who stood between two brothers-one loyal, one treacherous.

Caught in a storm of ambition, grief, and forbidden love, Élira must choose not just whom to trust... but whom to mourn.

Some wounds cannot be healed. Some names are never spoken.


Last Night Santa Came To See Me

Last night Santa came to see me: Fantasy Historical fiction stories from World War I to World War II. Mixed with elements of hope and imagination from another world.

"Tank!"
The cry of "Tank!" ripped through the air, cutting through the chaos of gunfire and explosions like a chilling gust of wind. Panic gripped the soldiers in the trenches as the ominous presence of a tank loomed on the battlefield.
Fellow soldiers, their voices filled with urgency, shouted a stark warning to their comrades. The news of the tank's arrival sent shockwaves through the already tense atmosphere. The cramped confines of the trenches offered little protection against the formidable metal beast that threatened to roll over everything in its path.
Desperation etched on their faces, David's friends raised their voices above the cacophony, urging everyone to make a choice - retreat to safety or face the enemy head-on. They buzzed with the urgent decision that each soldier had to make in the blink of an eye.


The live's I've lived

This is a collection of poems and pieces of writing. That I have written over the last 2 years of my life. I've never been one to actually live. To take the risk. A lot of the things I have written are about things that have happened in my head. Or random thoughts that have popped into my head that I was able to make more of. I've never known how to say the words aloud. Even if i did I never had the confidence to so. So I would write. I hope you enjoy and are able to feel something.


A Glimpse Of Us

38 year old Anne, lives in Morgana the town of sad people such as herself. Along side her three friends Matta, Danny and Debby. She often sees glimpses of who she was, who she loved and who she lost. That lead her more and more into the bottom-less pit of slit wrists, burning liquor and holes in her arms. That her friends struggle to save her from.

A GLIMPSE OF US is a story that details how people's past regrets, unhealed trauma and dysfunctional grief. Can affect their daily living, treatment of others, well-being and overall loving of themselves and others.

Vote, comment and share.


Woe of the Crimson Sea

The Crimson sea -- born not of salt and water but of blood and sacrifice. A sea red with lie of purity and ancient wrath. Its waves still flood the shore with the memories of forgotten.
       Set in a medival times, the story unfolds about a world, the outer realm, where the sky shimmer with steel and logic, in which common folk and the mythical creatures, emories and witches lived together once.
      Emories and witches , loathe for whom was deep rooted in hearts of common folk, ignited by the whipers of manupilation. Piles of them slaughtered, took to pyre and burned to ashes  in the blood war and banished from coexisting the same world as the common folk.
        Anaphora lives a double life . One with her eye open, as the daughter of the emperor of outerworld, the emperor who loathes the very being of witches. The other, with her eyes closed, in the darkness of her dreams...where she is the very being her father hates, a witch.  She was never meant to get twisted in the secrets hidden beneath centuries of hatred , tangled with vines of yearn and affection for the midnight black eyes.
        And now as the tides pull her closer, she must choose:
        Silence or truth
        Empire or witches


A poets poetic poetry

A Book Of My Poems


Misery Needs Company

When pain isn't a good enough reason to hate yourself anymore, you have to hate everything else just to love yourself enough to hate the person responsible for all of your pain.

There's growth in allowing yourself to suffer to learn how to rebuild your confidence.

Sometimes it feels worth it.
Sometimes you can't feel anything at all.


Random Discussion

Random thoughts, fleeting moments, quiet chaos.
In this space, we wander through the intricacies of being human-through late-night musings, unspoken fears, soft joys, and the weight of existence.
This isn't about finding answers. It's about feeling understood, even in the silence.
Welcome to Random Discussion-where every word holds a little piece of life.


Emotional Milieu

This book deals with various facets of emotions and underlines their value in our lives.
The book is divided into  nine chapters and each one addresses the issue of emotional turmoil .
It also aims to assist the readers to understand their own power in relation to the universe .
It delves deep to find answers as to how their negative energies can be converted into positive ones  so that they can  lead a more enlightened life.
I hope you enjoy dwelling yourself into this journey   and come out of it as an emotionally agile person who is ever happier and contented.


I WAS MADE FOR YOU

What was I made for ? Can someone answer that for the two boys who had never known love, peace or any other lively emotion that life has to offer ?

- 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.
- 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲.
- 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝.
- 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.


Poems of a Broken Man

Here you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man.

I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken.

If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check up on your friends, your family, your acquaintances, your enemies and people you don't even know. You never know what they're going through, and the difference you might make to them.


Sofia's Poetry - Pieces

WRITTEN BY SOFIA VITORATOS
  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

🏆 #3rd Place in Poetry in Sparkle Awards (Second Edition)
🏆 #2nd Place in Poetry in Summer Magic Monthly Poetry Awards
🏆 #3rd Place in Poetry in The Sapphire Awards
🏆 #2nd Place in Poetry in The Genre Awards
🏆 #3rd Place in Poetry in The Sitting Awards

  From the beginning of the great events, the colors of the senses and thoughts, influenced in every way the current and perhaps future, revealing element of knowledge and pumping through personal writing.

"Oh, Sacrifice of desire you hide yourself in the expression of emotion! And you spread your sweetness with candor without exchange!"  ~ @sorenavit

  Pieces.
  Personal feelings.
  Personal writing.

  ***ΝΟΝΕ OF THE PICTURES (ACTORS, VIEWS ETC) IN THE STORY BELONG TO ME***

  All rights reserved. Any form of piracy towards the novel is illegal. No part of this book can be reproduced or modified in any form, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system.


Dysphoria

"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth,
Where mud became my skin and dampened
grains freckled my surface,
I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting
branches
Leaf-speckled limbs
And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes,
Sunlight bled in waves, when my organ
buried, drummed
I know I have breathed earth-kissed breeze
While moss grew slow and rich from my fingertips
To clothe me and paint me living green,
My bones turned to thick wood
Bark splintering where furry creatures
dip and pry in search of hearth,
From my hair, summer grass rose toward
thunderstormed sky
And when those bloated clouds cracked open, wide
I was bathed whole and I thought quite suddenly
I must be alive"

- I Dreamt I Was Living


Broken Mirror

"Words forgotten are wisdom forsaken." - Anonymous.

Break a mirror and you might have bad luck (superstition) but the truth is break a mirror and you'll see pieces of who you really are reflected in the shards.

This collection chronicles the little sneak peaks you get to see of yourself in every shard.

Highest ranking: 72 [27/11/2015]

Cover credit: cmstevens13
All rights reserved.
All images used herein belong to their respective owners.
Copyright reserved 2015 Kay M.


Weeping Willow

Chaucer Peets is a senior at River Ridge High School just outside of New Orleans. She's an aspiring poet preparing for college with her best friend. One choice will change Chaucer's life forever, will  it be worth it?


Short Stories and Sonnets

A collection of poems and short stories that are emotional and in my opinion pretty good. They are in rough chronological order from my very first short story to my most recent story


Should I call it the end?

"I wonder what mission I completed to be rewarded by God with an angel as perfect as you."


My Other Side

I gathered all of my writings in here.
The writing I wrote while everyone is sleeping.
These writings are my other side.
The other side that no one ever knew.


Can I Say Goodbye?

I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye?

I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my  words and all the things I wish I could say...

Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true.

I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?


This isn't the End

The universe says no.


Shining Star (BoyxBoy)

Friends Tris, Pierce, Tyler and Amy decide to go on a road trip to celebrate them graduating high school.

Tyler has a huge crush on Pierce. They're both High School graduates, and they constantly flashback to important parts of their lives in High School.

 They go on a road trip, along with their best friends Tris and Amy. Tris is still trying to figure out his sexuality, and Amy, who likes the confused Tris, gets her heart broken when she witnesses him kissing a closeted, bisexual Pierce.

Tyler, also heartbroken, starts to regret going on the road trip, and fights with Tris about who would get to date Pierce, all in the midst of a category 4 hurricane.

*Mild language


Echoes in the Abyss

Inside my head, it's like a bustling market, everyone and everything fighting for a spot in my thoughts. Memories collide with worries, while dreams try to make their case. It's noisy-like a room full of people all talking at once, pushing and pulling for attention. But amidst all that chaos, something strange happens: a kind of harmony rises, messy and loud, but uniquely mine. It's the symphony of my mind, raw and undeniable.

Revised Edition 2024


Enchanted

𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝒯𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝐼'𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝑒
𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹, "𝐵𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒", 𝐼 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼
𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹, 𝐼'𝓂 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒲𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓏𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑒
𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼, 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 🤍

Nazila Iqbal is a 22-year-old English Honors student with a very bold personality and is quite outspoken. Her dream is to become an independent woman, get a good job, and publish her own book. She achieved everything in life, leaving love behind. She completed her BA in Kolkata and shifted to Mumbai for her MA. She meets Ayan Maqsood, and zeeshan shaikh. Ayan is the only heir of a famous steel company in Mumbai . His Personality is strong, passionate and arrogant.His character is complex because his past experiences have made him tough, but deep down, he is also sensitive and caring. Zeeshan Shaikh is the spoiled son of a wealthy politician .
So who do you think nazila will  choose as her partner .
Love, friendship, hate turning into love, melodrama - this story has everything.

Genre-  love
               Romance
               Love triangle
               Friendship
                Comedy


The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

A collection of poetry covering life, love, heaven, hell and everything in between.


Kissing Finn

With every one of Finn's kisses, Charlie loses a little bit of her old self.
Right now, maybe that's what she needs.

***
Charlie Wolfe, introvert and secret poet, keeps her social circle small... like, it's more of a straight line than a circle. So, when Jackie Donnelly, her best friend since first grade, very publicly ditches her their senior year, she's heartbroken and humiliated. Her instinct is to hide, so she immerses herself in a culinary arts/creative writing independent study that guarantees her solitude.

But a scheduling mix-up forces Charlie to share her workspace with Finn Cavello, an advanced art student who regularly skips school, talks back to teachers, and steals Charlie's supplies. She's frustrated and annoyed by Finn's bad boy act... until she finds herself locked in a janitor's closet with him.

Charlie quickly discovers that breaking the rules is not only fun but borderline addictive, especially when you have an accomplice like Finn. But, after Finn reveals the destructive side of his personality, Charlie begins to wonder if she can be with him without losing herself. Or if maybe it's already too late.


Cognitive Sweat

A series of poems focused solely on a plethora of emotional encounters; from a heart-pounding crush to mental manipulation, as well as sadness, frustration, anger, and emptiness. From wonderment to jealousy, to many more features of our respective cranial roller-coasters.


What If

What if things had turned out differently? These tales take readers on unexpected journeys, where a single choice or event can alter everything. Each story dives deep into the power of decisions, fate, and the hidden consequences of the small moments that shape our lives. With every twist and turn, these narratives challenge us to think about the paths we never took, exploring the impact of every choice and leaving readers questioning how different their own lives could be.


Winter Trails

Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.


Overthinking

Poetry for people like me...


Poems.

I'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot.
Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.


Poetry of Death

"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life."

By M.E./ Viklaw and T.L./ Shyama_Ismae.


Drugstore Perfume [Poetry]

musings.

✨cursing✨depression/anxiety✨romantic babbling

proceed with caution

2019-2021


Collection of Poetry: For wary souls

Another take on my poetry. I hope you guys enjoy it. Art doesn't belong to me.


Meaningless:: a collection

I've made this for you
 for when you're lost and alone
when you're sinking like a stone
use these words,
these pieces of broken soul,
 to heal your own.
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this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you struggle with any of this please message me or contact a professional for help.
(trigger warning: self-harm, suicidal thoughts, eating disorder)
#170 in poetry


Hysterical letters to my sanity

a collection of poems inspired by stories I've read, people I've met and paths I've crossed, read and enjoy yourself:)


The Unpublished Poems

More original poetry by me about life, struggle, hope, pain, good and bad. Anything that inspires me. None of these poems have ever been published before.
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Feels:Poems From The Past

Poetry has been the easiest way to describe the way I feel. It will always be the best way for me. I've many poems that are very personal to me. Hopefully you like it.... All of it!!!


Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry

*Trigger Warning*

Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc.

~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow

❤ Stay strong ❤


LYRICS AND POETRY

Lyrics


12 Million Feelings In a Bottle

What a beautiful thing to be able to express the hardships of life through rythmes and poetic lines of words and sayings. I hope when someone reads this book they feel seen. Wither you feel seen through the heartbreak, grief, love, and trauma I understand you. You are not broken, you are beautiful. Those who couldn't be understood are the ones with stories to tell and deep bright souls.


FEELINGS UNFILTERED

A compilation of the world's best poetry, all written in black and white, served best chilled. Sad love poems to make you realize the one thing you've been missing, and when you thought you just had about everything else, the only way you're going now...is not any other way but down.


Les Noyades

Rumi lives amidst the cluttered pile of his eclectic father's academic papers, the half-forgotten son of an exhausted Cambridge professor.

There is nothing of interest in the town- nothing, that is, until their door is opened to one of his father's undergraduates. Across the span of an impromptu road-trip to track down a missing thesis, Rumi discovers that this student of his father's provides a great deal more than interest to his life.

This work contains plentiful mature content. take this as a warning or a selling point.


LET ME WALK YOU TO JANNAH

Some people never experience peace
Their pain never ease
Maybe their peace is the next world
Maybe for them it's the life after death

      *****
You were nothing but a test on my path
To win or lose was trying my worth
You couldn't hear the words my heart spoke
Each day with knife my heart you poke

 ****
Seeing you the way you are is a pain
Together everything I want us to gain
For you my heart I will place in a plate
To hold your hand I will never be late
The tears you will no longer shed
Forever we will stay the newlywed
  ****
"Why? Why me? Don't you see am crippled." I asked with tears blinding my vision.
"The heart doesn't need reasons to love. My heart was searching until it found yours. I can't hold it anymore, this heart is not big enough to contain all that love. Love must be shared and I want you to be my half. I know what you have been through. I know accepting me isn't easy on your part. A chance is all I need my love."

  *****
Not your typical love story.
Witness some heartbreaks
Witness some wounds heal

Rank #17 of 6.7k dua


RAW (the RAW version)

Hello. My name is Logan. I am a sex trafficking survivor. Tortured and beat by the hands of my own sister. This is the story of what happened to me and how I survived. By the skin of my bleeding fingertips I survived. From birth to age 27 is how far this story goes. I am now 33. 27 years of hell. This is my story real, fiction, graphic, true, mostly raw.

I urge only ages 25+ read this book as it contains very graphic nature.


Titles are Overrated

This is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)


Poetry As Ruined As I

A  collection of Poems about a cluster-fuck of things; from wanting to die to jumping in front of trains, to sex on the phone and love beneath the bedsheets. Being so full of emotion to void of it all, the darkest of thoughts and most suicidal of moments. All boundaries crossed - Death, Rape, Mental Health. The Sun and the moon, and the wrath of an endless sky of stars. Where violence and abuse walk hand in hand, and the rain makes you wonder "what do our rooms look like when we die?"

[warning://contains.death.and.life.&.everything.in-between.&:@/)

You're going to have to read it to find out.


golden hour  ||  woosan

"ℬ𝓊𝓉 𝒾 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓉ℯ 𝓉ℯ𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇𝓃ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓇 𝓎ℴ𝓊. ℐ 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁. 𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝒻ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓃ℊ."

✴.·'¯'·.· ★·.·'¯'·.✴

Wooyoung receives little letters with poems almost weekly, but he does not know from whom - and San intends it to stay that way. But when he gets back from a trip to Italy, and something between them changes, they begin to wonder whether they really are just friends.

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42.2k words

99% fluff + 1 soft smut scene


The Secret Santa

Vanessa T. Ramsey, a high school senior, is navigating the complexities of adolescence, family dynamics, and the looming uncertainties of her future. Amidst the chaos, she receives an anonymous Christmas card bearing a cryptic message: "I see you, even when you don't see yourself," accompanied by a box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses. This mysterious gesture sets off a series of events that intertwine her journey of self-discovery with a romantic enigma.
As the days lead up to prom, Vanessa grapples with her identity, the pressure of living in her twin sister Veronica's shadow, and the allure of the enigmatic Secret Santa. Alongside her, Veronica faces her own challenges, including her relationship with Damian, a charming yet secretive boy whose past may hold the key to unraveling the mystery.


Fragments Of Grace

In a bustling city, a university teacher named Matthews struggles with the emotional scars of a past relationship that left him heartbroken. He immerses himself in his work, using education as a refuge from his pain.

Each day, he pours his energy into his students, finding solace in their growth but feeling the weight of his emotional scars.

Despite his reluctance, he feels a deep connection with a vibrant student named Amethyst, who embodies the carefree spirit he once admired.

As their relationship deepens, Amethyst begins to confide in Matthews about her struggles,
revealing the loneliness that lies beneath her persona. Matthews, in turn, shares the story of his heartbreak, allowing her to glimpse the man behind the teacher's desk.
Their late-night conversations, filled with raw honesty, create a bond neither expected.

In a moment of vulnerability, Matthews finds himself falling for Amethyst, awakening feelings he thought were buried forever. Torn between his emotions and the ethics of their teacher-student relationship, he
grapples with guilt and fear. Yet, Amy's bright spirit and unwavering support remind him that healing is possible.

In the end, "Fragments of Grace" is a tale of rediscovery and transformation. Matthews learns that love can heal even the deepest
wounds, while Amy finds strength in vulnerability. Their relationship, though unconventional, becomes a testament to the power of godly love one that nurtures, inspires, and ultimately sets them both free.


𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒

☆ "𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑦, 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢."☆
   ★"𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑣ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠?"★
✩"𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝐼 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢," ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑.✩