Bleedingheart Stories

her bleeding heart is more so a curse than a gift but let her taint everyone anyway, it's the only thing she's good for. bungou stray dogs dazai osamu 𝙭 female!oc ── ©amorifleur, 2024 (cover art @soujer2/X)

[✓] my heart bleeds the things that my mind sometimes cannot say to you. I hope this book reaches you in time. "Five Feet Apart. Are you in?"

The words that lived in silent hearts, Never spoken, yet full of parts.

Ron/Lavender, Ginny/Harry, Draco/Hermione.

[Completed] ||Sequel to Unusual Guardian|| Cynthia Dahl is back and learning to live her life to the fullest with the help of her friend Diane, and of course the shadowy spirit, Altair. The three of them have gone off to New York to continue onto that next step of life known as college. Cynthia attends Columbia University while Diane is living her dream attending Julliard's dance program. When out of the blue Diane gets offered the opportunity to become a dancer with a hot and popular independent ballet company: Terpsichore Dance. Cynthia has an odd feeling about all the sudden fortune, but is she just being paranoid? Or is there something more going on than what meets the eye? Filled with familiar faces and new ones as well "Unexpected Darkness" promises to be the quick and satisfying experience that the first installment was.

♠ There are these feelings inside me that, Spoken words and gestures can't handle. And that is why to my thoughts I gave ink Let them infuse with each blank space, On the white paper I let them sink. ♠

In the ashes of love's false mercy, *he was told to find someone better.* But what if *better* meant emptiness - meant losing the only soul that ever felt like home? This poem drips from the veins of heartbreak and descends into a quiet madness, where love and ruin share the same breath.

( originally whispers of an unloved) you seek love in the nooks of old textbooks in dusty libraries and controversial texts, yet I romanticise science, and seek the parallels in language and life chasing love in the lines between chemical equations and quantum physics because isn't science just a song of the mind and where other to find love than in the questions of life?

Amidst all those stories she read, this sure seemed the uncanniest. Would they believe her, or will she be named a liar spinning tales? Was any of it true? Or was it just a mere dream? How would she find the truth?

Grab on your seatbelts as we are gonna take a ride into one important day which would be a game changer in the lives of Varun & Tara!!

My heart: open 24/7. Feel free to take a look around.

A poetic journey through longing, unspoken emotions, and the beauty of love that stays despite the distance. Some loves never fade, even when they go unanswered. A poem about devotion, dreams, and the bittersweet ache of an unattainable heart.

where words flow and end up as poems, that's the beauty of literature. and it's blue © 2020 Renesmee Stormer

This is a story inspired by real-life occurrences. This is also a story I poured all my honest heart and soul into. Lou has always been a kindhearted, obedient eleven-year-old boy who easily feels bad if even horrible people apologize to him. But he only really tries so hard to be good and excel at school because of his awfully strict papa. So when his outspoken and argumentative friend, Carm, bickers with their members about a group task, this challenges Lou on solving the issue by first confronting Carm. How long until he snaps from all his pent-up stress and emotions? Will he keep concealing his feelings and continue being so patient, even if it's a mentally unhealthy coping mechanism for someone especially so young like himself? Or will he finally seek guidance upon managing his emotions?

A raw, unfiltered journey through heartbreak, betrayal, and resilience. Dead Love exposes the pain of lost trust, the scars of broken promises, and the power of rising stronger than before. This poem is for anyone who has loved, lost, and found their strength in the silence of their soul. Feel every word, embrace the pain, and witness the fire that transforms it into power.

**🌹 "Red Lotus of Loneliness" 🌹** In the still waters of despair blooms a single red lotus - untouched, unseen, and unremembered. This poem speaks of beauty born from sorrow, of love that wilted before dawn, and of a soul that learned to glow even when the world turned away. It's a symbol of pain turned into quiet strength - a loneliness that bleeds, but never dies. In the depths of his sorrow, a man seeks meaning within the ruins of love. The Red Lotus blooms not in beauty, but in pain - a symbol of everything once pure, now drowned in memory and guilt. This is his journey - from devotion to despair, from love to ashes, from man to myth. A tale of male grief, dark love, and the rebirth through suffering. *- Written by G. Devil* 🖤 *A dark bloom for the broken-hearted.* --- ** #RedLotus #LonelySouls #InnerThoughts #DarkPoetry #SadAesthetics #BrokenYetBeautiful #HeartInAshes #GDevil #PoetryOfPain #MidnightBloom #LostSoul #GraveOfFeelings #EternalLoneliness #SorrowAndGrace

• Everything here is mine • Do not copy and claim as your own - give credit • I apologize in advance and warn you of any cussing • Basically just poems - mostly rhyming • You may find some poetry disturbing - sorry... :/ • Regardless, hope you take the time to read this ✂️- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ✂️ "Friends are like feathers. They hold you up and keep you strong, but without them... You'll fall..." - Myrah Rogers ✂️- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ✂️

Heya! I'm not that good at making poems y'all. This is my first time making one so bear with me for this😭🥲🥲. I just wanna drop the poems that I have made on my own and see my poems gradually get better as I age and write more in the future. Thank youuu!