a collection of my chaotic poetry and prose

14 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ──────── ˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── There has always been an abyss residing in me. Something hollow and deep and empty. Something that screams to be heard. Something that aches for meaning in this haunting world. Through this collection I try to pick out the pieces of my heart and bleed out words that have haunted me. And maybe try to find peace with a truth that always scared me. because maybe this is how its meant to be : me, floating in the abyss of my misery ────────˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── ⟪ a c h i e v e m e n t s ⟫ ¶🥇 1st Place under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "Ashes And Ink-Poetry Contest" ¶🥇 1st Place under "Sorrowed Quill (Poetry) Category" in "The Fathomless Verse Awards" ¶🥇 1st Place under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "Nevergale : A Poetry Contest" ¶🥈 2nd Place under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "Birthday Bash Mini Awards" ¶🥈 2nd Place under "Realm of Rhythm (Poetry) Category" in "Astral Arena || Loom's Awards" ¶🥉 3rd Place under "Golden Feathertail (Best Poetry) Category" in"Dragonhollow Mini Awards" ¶🥉 3rd Place under "Best Poem Category (Poem: Eternal Damnation)" in "Time Vortex Awards" ¶🥉 3rd Place under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "Time Vortex Awards" ¶🏅 Honourable Mention under "Record of the Year Category" in "WHO Mini Awards" ¶🏅Honourable Mention under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "The Nine Tailed Crown Awards" ¶🏅 Honourable Mention under "Best Poetry Collection Category" in "The Starfish Awards"

(Oneshots) What happens when Taylor Swift albums come alive? The eras collide, sparks fly, reputations are questioned, and lives intertwine. Some are falling in love, rather some may be falling behind, others are finding themselves, and the rest are losing themselves. Bridges are built and burned, love is discovered, then lost. The eras learn to live and to love, to break and rebuild, and to find the hidden stars in their scars. This is the beginning of their story, the start of an age. rankings: #1 in personification, 4-4-2025 (omgggg?? tysm)

a collection of poems written by oneself through scattered days and endless nights, each word reaching for a quiet comfort that only lingers in silence. read between these verses, and you might just find a fragment of yourself that's been yearning to be understood. (bear with me, please. some of these were written at 11-12 y/o)