A collection of emotional fossils caught mid-evolution. Book cover Illustrated by Ajjay Arts

Unspoken words - buried in the heart, echoing in the mind. Read, feel, and find yourself in the lines. Rankings : #1 in sadpoems 16.10.25 #1 in thoughtsandfeelings 24.4.25 #1 in thought-provoking #1 in deepemotions #2 in freeverse 19.4.25 #2 in rhyme 19.4.25 #2 in poembook 19.4.25 #3 in poemcollection 19.4.25 #28 in moments 19.4.25 #26 in mylife 18.4.25 #17 in randomthoughts 18.4.25 #16 in experience 18.4.25 #10 in advice 3.4.25 #11 in easyread 3.4.25 #7 in poetry 26.3.25 #10 in poems 24.3.25 #2 in deeppoems 14.3.25 #1 in deeppoetry 1.3.25

She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can. The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day. (8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking: #1 shortpoem #1 distressing #1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)

this book is a collection of unsent letters and poetry, everything I could never say to her- my sweet professor, my muse. because some love aren't meant to be spoken, but they are still meant to be felt. this is my gift to her, and now, it's my gift to you.

This is a collection of poems born from silence, survival, and identity. Written by someone who was told to hide, and chose instead to speak. Every poem is a quiet war. Every line, a piece of light. _________________________________________ 'And Strangle them with a rainbow shirt, Because Little broken boys just don't seem to hurt.' - From 'Too young' 'You're a man now, not little anymore, Still so little, Evermore...' - From 'My Favourite little Man' 'Would I too break my toys, if I did belong?' - From 'Mirror World' ______________________________________________ ⚠️BEWARE⚠️- There's too much going on in my poems ;) If you don't relate to my poems, I feel sad for you. If you do relate to my poems, I feel sadder for you. ______________________________________________ 1st Runner-Up In 'The Fathomless Verse Awards' 🏆 _____________________________________________ Remarkable Rankings! #6 in poems out of 222k books on 10/31/25 #4 in Poesia out of 16k books on 11/11/25 #20 in short out of 160k books on 11/11/25 #7 in inspiration out of 30k books on 11/11/25 #2 in Poesia out of 16k books on 11/13/25 #13 in short out of 160k books on 11/13/25 #1 in Personal out of 28k books on 11/15/25 #2 in Poems out of 222k books on 1/14/25 #1 in Poesia out of 16k books on 12/16/25

I am just a teen trying to discover human emotions ......🎀❤️ Learning about people, pain, and the invisible battles we all carry....

Some emotions can't be spoken- so they were etched here, softly and deeply. Rankings : #1 in deeppoetry #2 in deeppoems

They could not have been more different. Theo is an 18 year old huntsman. But he is not a regular hunter, he hunts supernatural creatures. His family and his teacher expect him to kill the evil that's been poisoning their lands for centuries. Aleksei is the said evil. The beautiful, witty and arrogant prince of demons, adored and worshipped by all demon blooded creatures. His mate is all he needs to unlock his full power and soon he is going to find them. What will happen when the two so different worlds collide? Will it end in chaos and distruction? Or will it grow to make the bridge between two kinds? Read to find out. I'm new in writing and this started purely because I was bored. English is not my first language so there will be grammer and spelling mistakes, sorry. Updates are a mess because my own head is an even bigger mess. I try to update at least once a week but I can't promise.

This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

"When night comes thoughts boil stars wonder and we quietly ponder when night goes we slowly grow was it the dark or the shadows only you are the one who get to now..." Writing these poems helped me while i was going through a lot . I hope these poems show you that you are not alone . Anytime you feel like it just pour your heart on a paper , it will help you trust me. Hope you are doing well.:) This is a collection of late night thoughts, quiet confessions, and small pieces of hope. 🤍