I just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know

❛In order to fight the Gods and the Monsters, you have to become...a beast.❜ ✦ / 𝐀𝐣𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚, the Yuvaraj or the heir of the Lankan Empire or The Land of Fire, decides to go against the Imperium on account of his exile from his own motherland, due the orders of the Maharaja, his very own father. There was a calling from the sky which decides the fate of the Trinity Islands, and prophecies the character of Ajayraj. Is he the cure or the curse to his kingdom? What are the Trinity Islands? Why is he going against the Imperium and his own father? Read [ 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 - Part One : Gods and Monsters ] to find out. Written & Illustrated by 𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐀 | @tarbooja_ --- All rights belong to @tarbooja_ © 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃-𝐑 | gore, mature language, nudity, use of substances, mature themes

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

Late bloomer : someone who becomes successful, attractive, etc., at a later time in life than other people.

my more recent works, some of which used to be in my older book 'anhedonia'. the poems in anhedonia were written when i was a different person, in a different headspace, with different beliefs. i've grown and changed a lot since then, so i think it's only fair that the poems written as this new person, in a different headspace, with new beliefs get their own new book too.

What if we had better language for our inner lives? Most of us learn the names of colors long before we learn the names of emotions. We can tell the difference between crimson and pink, between the gray of a cloudy morning and the darker gray of rain about to fall. But when someone asks how we feel, the answers often collapse into a handful of familiar words: good, bad, fine, tired. Every Feeling I Could Name is a poetic exploration of the emotional vocabulary we carry-and the many feelings that exist just beyond it. Organized around the subtle landscape of human emotion, this collection moves through moments of tenderness, restlessness, longing, grief, wonder, and quiet joy. Some poems linger in the still spaces of reflection; others pulse with energy, curiosity, and discovery. Together they trace the shifting terrain of the inner life: the thoughts we circle, the feelings we struggle to articulate, and the quiet revelations that arrive when we learn to sit with them. With language that is both intimate and accessible, Nicky Bennett invites readers into a contemplative journey through the many shades of being human. Each poem becomes an act of attention-a small attempt to name what so often remains unnamed. This is a book for readers who love thoughtful, modern poetry and for anyone who has ever paused mid-sentence, searching for the right word for what they feel. Every Feeling I Could Name reminds us that emotions are rarely simple-and that sometimes the act of naming them is where understanding begins.

𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽?

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Boy, Unarmored: Things I Don't Say Out Loud is a collection of deeply personal poems about what it means to live honestly in your own skin. These pages move through ordinary days and private battles - work stress and quiet ambition, depression and resilience, love and loss, longing and healing. Some poems explore sexuality and masculinity. Others sit in grief. Some linger in softness. Some push back against it. At its core, this book isn't about one identity. It's about being human - complicated, contradictory, tired, hopeful, afraid, brave. Written without armor and without apology, these poems come from late nights, early mornings, breakrooms, car rides, and the in-between spaces where we actually live. If you've ever carried more than you let on, this collection is for you.