𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some about books and some about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them <3 #1 poetry 01.01.2026 #3 poem 08.07.2025 #2 poetry 20.09.2024 #6 poem 18.09.2024 #1 poetic 10.04.2023 #14 poem 14.03.2023 #1 rhyme 08.12.2022 #11 drowning 27.11.2022

Poems from my friends and my own poems whenever I feel like posting them Cover by me! poems will be posted everyday if possible!

After being involved with a cold-hearted mafia boss, Robyn Lehman decides its time to run. Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire. Will he find her again? Or will she stay hidden forever? =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= He got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and not taking a glance at me. I lay in the sheets, still dazed by what we had just done. "Get up." He barks, making me jump a bit. I was confused beyond belief. Just moments ago he was making love to me... I did as he said, wrapping the loose sheet around my body, he continued to glare as I did so, and I made my way to his side of the bed. He held out a hand, an angry look on his face. "Don't. Just go. This was a mistake, and it won't happen again." He mutters coldly. I feel my face heating up and my eyes welling with tears. "Oh.." I stare at him, my emotions beginning to be hard to keep in. He laughs, shaking his head. "You thought I cared?" He let out a loud chuckle. "You mean nothing to me. Now go to your room, I don't want to see you in here again."

"You're dreaming, I should think," His breath caressed my skin. It was there and then gone, far too fleeting. "So why am I here, Sixteen?" I didn't have an answer. "I don't know," I muttered. My heart thumped noisily in my chest. I could not think. "Can you make it stop?" His eyes flitted over mine. I could feel him like an infection. Crawling through my veins, warming my blood, shutting down my organs one by one until I was helpless, left with no other option aside from watching as he overtook me. "Do you want me to make it stop?" He gently tilted my head up. I was soundless as this all unfolded, unable to fight it, unsure if I even wanted to. ~ After Sixteen is abducted and taken to Hawkins Lab, she must adjust to life under the oppressive glare of Martin Brenner. Peter Ballard, an orderly who oversees her training, aims to the transition all the more difficult.

It's been Four years since Skai Mitchell ran away from home, leaving the girl she loved and the nightmarish childhood past behind. Skai's new life consists of multiple unreliable part-time jobs, and a handful of casual one-night stands, but when Skai stumbles across a book written by a familiar name, she makes a decision that will change her life forever.

JISOO X FEM. READER questa storia racconta di un amicizia ritrovata sul posto di lavoro, che, con il tempo, farà nascere desidero, dubbi e preoccupazioni, ma soprattutto farà conoscere a Y/n il suo primo amore. Spero vi piaccia, ci sto mettendo molto impegno e passione, cercando di mettere in atto tutta la mia creatività !! ( è la prima storia a cui mi dedico e non mi sento assolutamente un'esperta, anzi! )

Lena Luthor and her teenage daughter, Kate Luthor, have to move to New York after Lena's mother and brother went crazy and almost toppled the copy. Lena steps up as CEO and Kate starts her life in a new school. But both of them meet someone that will change their lives forever.

What happens when your dreams become reminders of everything you couldn't become? ​Failure is a poem for the weary, the overthinkers, and the ones who live in the "almost." It's a candid look at disappointment, comparison, and the stubborn, terrifying spark of hope that refuses to die even when you want it to. To the younger version of me who believed life would eventually make sense: I'm sorry. Failure captures the quiet grief of growing up and feeling like doors are softly closing behind you. It is an anthem for the tired souls who are close enough to see the life they wanted, but can't quite touch it-and the beautiful, painful courage it takes to think about trying one more time.

Trapped, held, no-Where to go.