what drew your attention to this book? was it the delicate red rose on the cover? ... or was it its thorns? yes, the rose is daintily alluring, but you will only notice the thorns once you take a closer look. i like to imagine my poetry as this thorned rose, my carefully arranged words as its delicate petals: its beauty seemingly pleasing from afar. however, once you take a closer look, you will gradually see the thorns: a deeper and darker meaning disguised behind enriched metaphors. looking at the rose, you would also notice how it is hand drawn, denoting the fact that my poetry might not be perfect. it is intentionally written with some incorrect grammar (for instance, how almost all words are in lowercase) to give a more raw feel in the sense of how one may write down in a personal diary. the name "the rose comes with thorns" is not only an embodiment of my poetry writing style, but also the meaning behind it. just like how everything beautiful comes with its own flaws... ...the rose shall come with its own thorns. 🥀THE ROSE COMES WITH THORNS a poetry book written by huma zafar. #1 in "poem" out of 206k stories (2/5/24) #18 in "poetry" out of 336k stories (1/6/24)

Shuffle my rabbit's playlist, write a tiny poem. 240 altogether. In 2017, I adopted Prince Argo. I'd take his picture and caption them with lyrics. I made a playlist of the songs. I'd build on it fastidiously for years. Pics of Prince Argo and my second rescue rabbit, Lord Allston. After 7 faithful years, Argo crossed the rainbow bridge. He was my best friend. On my worst days, I'd listen to sad music for hours and pet him as long as he'd let me. He never judged. In his honor, I reflect on the songs we listened to most. Every so often, I'll hit shuffle on his mix and write a tiny twitter poem based on the song. These aren't meant to be perfect. They're short and written quickly.

My latest anthology, poems circa 2022-2026

A collection of modern poetry exploring the beautiful, messy reality of growing up, healing, and finding yourself. Dive into Between Waves, an anthology of raw and honest poems that capture the highs and lows of the human experience. From the quiet anxieties of high school hallways and digital fatigue to the comforting warmth of deep friendship, love, and self-acceptance, this collection is a safe haven for anyone navigating the complexities of life. Whether you are looking for comforting words on a heavy day, a bittersweet reflection on addiction and mental health, or just a touch of "entirely silly" whimsical relief, you'll find a piece of your own story hidden within these pages. ✨ What's Inside: On Hope & Strength: Finding light in the darkest corners. Sad & Deep Stuff: Honest reflections on anxiety, modern isolation, and screen detoxing. On Love & Friendship: Celebrating the connections that save us. On Embracing Yourself: A gentle reminder that you are enough. Updated regularly. Hit the 'Vote' button if a poem speaks to your heart!

Anna finds a letter in a drawer, It takes a ghost's voice she can't ignore. Maybe she knows whose words it holds, To face what's inside she's not that bold. Each fragment she reads spirals in her head, Reminds of someone she loved and lost instead, Fills her chest with guilt, grief and dread. Will this letter ever be read? ~ T.A

"I plaster a smile but soon it will shatter, as if all this shit going on didn't matter. The cuts dig deep and my skin will scream, I live in this nightmare that I wish was a dream." To the outside world, He's the smart kid-strong, reliable, and maybe a little immature. He plays the part perfectly, wearing a plastic smile designed to keep everyone at a safe distance. But behind the closed doors in a suffocating home, the mask slips. Trapped in a cage of toxic expectations, family trauma, and an overwhelming internal static, He is running out of reasons to keep breathing. When a quiet longing for the girl in his class forces him to question his own isolation, he has to decide what hurts more: keeping the disguise on, or letting someone see the scars underneath. A raw, unfiltered free-verse poetry and prose collection detailing the anatomy of depression, the exhaustion of hiding, and the messy, unglamorous fight to survive your own mind. ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: This collection contains raw and explicit depictions of severe depression, suicidal ideation, and self-harm. Please read with care and prioritize your mental well-being. 📢 DAILY UPDATES. New poem/chapter dropped every single day.

Volume eighteen. A deep dive into depression and the human mind. A traversal into the deepest parts of our brain. I'll divulge my pain and we will study the regurgitation. This is a companion piece to the volume "analogue exhortations" and may contain several revisions from that volume. No AI. Cover art by the author and NovelArt for fonts and background. The following is pure human creativity.

In Beyond Words, poetry becomes a safe haven for hidden thoughts, the burdens carried in silence, and the delicate threads of trust that hold a life together. This powerful collection delves into the raw vulnerabilities of the human heart-exploring the deep ache of being misunderstood, the exhaustion of putting on a brave face, and the profound longing to find someone who reads the unspoken lines of the soul. Yet, within these pages of unspoken pain lies a fierce and brilliant ray of hope. These poems take the reader on a journey from the shadows into the light, moving away from the harsh judgments of the world and toward a beautiful, new perspective on life and its dreams. Beyond Words is for anyone who has ever felt judged, for anyone who is tired of walking, and for anyone who is ready to heal. It is a gentle reminder that even when trust is broken and words fail, there is always hope waiting to spark a beautiful transformation within.

Volume seventeen. Poetry and eulogy. A continuation of a prior volume. Angst and irritation. The authors way of disgorging it all. No AI involved. Purely human pain.

A collection of words written from the deepest cracks of a heavy aching heart. A deeply vulnerable collection of lyrical free verse for the aching, the lonely, and the beautifully broken.