A poem of all the people in my life represented as flowers. Enjoy!!

Random A collection of quiet emotions-left unspoken, unfinished, and untouched. These pieces are not chapters of a story, but fragments of the heart: poems born from silence, longing, and everything we never learned to say out loud. This is a space for soft ache, gentle truths, and feelings that stayed hidden. This is not a story. Just unsaid feelings finally given a place to breathe.

"I rather not speck because the world is to busy to understand" "For the words that have meaning it's wasted in everyday life" "Words can do so much yet we limit them with our mind" "Speck not to tell of your story but for one to understand it" "After all It's Just Words" H.R in Poetry #22 Cover by the talented: @fits_of_sacarsm

It ended when it was about to start... Well, emotions are what makes us human but sometimes these emotions becomes our enemy. In brief, in this book you will come across various human qualities. Keep reading!!

❝𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞❞ In revisione💘 «𝐿𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖 𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑒» «𝑇𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖 𝑖 𝑔𝑖𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑜 𝑠𝑢 𝑞𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑣𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑖 𝑚𝑎𝑖 𝑝𝑖ù, 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑆𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ.» Nina Harris ha sedici anni e, come molte ragazze della sua età, ama ridere e spettegolare con le amiche, andare alle feste, piangere davanti a un film romantico e rifugiarsi tra le pagine dei libri. Dietro questa normalità, però, si nasconde una ragazza sensibile e più forte di quanto creda, costretta a crescere troppo in fretta dopo l'abbandono di sua madre. Con lei convivono insicurezze e paure, ma anche una grande voglia di scoprire sé stessa e, forse, l'amore. Cole Smith è tutto il suo opposto. Quarterback capitano della squadra di football, popolare e carismatico, sembra rappresentare tutto ciò che Nina detesta. Eppure, si sa, delle volte il destino è il peggior complice, ma anche il miglior alleato. Un segreto da proteggere a tutti i costi. Una stretta di mano. Un contratto che li lega più di quanto avrebbero immaginato. Cosa succederebbe se proprio la persona che più odiassi al mondo, fosse in realtà l'unica capace di farti battere il cuore? NB: Questo libro è protetto da copyright, il che vuol dire che è vietata qualsiasi riproduzione, totale o parziale, dei contenuti. Chiunque desiderasse copiare, citare, riprodurre l'immagine o porzioni di essa è perseguibile penalmente. [PRESENTI SCENE SESSUALMENTE ESPLICITE, LINGUAGGIO VOLGARE.] ©venusvillain 2020 #1- casaeditrice🥇 #1- write🥇 #1- amazon🥇 #1- storieperragazzi🥇 #1- gemstoneaward2020🥇 #1- libri🥇 #1- teenlove🥇 #1- girls🥇 #1- wattpaditalia🥇 #1- hate🥇 #1- amiche🥇 #2- romanzirosa 🥈 #3- wattpad 🥉 #1- badbay🥇

When demons wiped out his home, Pryon lost everything, his family, his peace, his purpose. But in the moment he was cursed by the same demon that destroyed his world, something awakened inside him, something undying. Taken in by a hermit with secrets of his own, Pryon begins the long climb from broken boy to godhood. Alongside Mira, Ren, and Taro, he fights through blood, loss, and love to protect a world drowning in darkness. But the curse that fuels his strength also hungers to destroy him, and the only thing standing between salvation and ruin might be the fragile heart he's learning to understand. A story of pain, power, and the rise of a boy who became a god, not by fate, but by fire.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 { copyright poetry works 2025 -rxse_rxverie- }

A short story written for The Fall Prompt Contest hosted by: @BooksbyLwordpress Prompt: A brisk autumn day in a coffee shop. 1591 words Charles has a huge problem that nobody but him is aware of. As the issue looms over him, is it possible that the quaint, familiar vibes of the local coffee shop and its unknowing patrons can help? ☕ Sometimes magic hides in the most familiar places.

A short poem by me written from the perspective of a girl. ❤️💙 " Unfinished Stories often holds the deepest meanings "

⏳ They call it balance. I call it a lie. Before clocks, before laws, before time was measured-there was me. I was born from grief and purity, from the crack of a broken clock and the tears that refused to fall into silence. I am not a prophecy. I am not chance. I am inevitability. The Runners stitch time back together. The Drifters rip it apart. Chronos built them both, and his daughter Veyra wears his face to keep the world in cages. She has scattered my parents across centuries, written laws to break love itself, and built wars meant to erase me. But I am the thread she cannot cut. The drop that always falls. The glow in forbidden veins. I am Rain. And I am the end of her. Entered into (TheAmbysAwards2025)