Contemplations Histoires

"For nature's feat is but a game, We await a fate that is all the same". A poem contemplating the essence of life.

My late night muse; everyday muse ; People, things, feelings, colors that have inspired me in everywhich way.

"Whispers of the Divine" - A soul-nourishing compilation album featuring verses from the Quran, meticulously curated to transport you to a realm of deep reflection, spiritual growth, and divine connection 🌙. This heartfelt collection invites you to pause, breathe, and immerse yourself in the infinite wisdom, mercy, and beauty of Allah's words. With soul-stirring recitations, gentle reminders, and beautifully crafted reflections, this album is a gentle guide through life's triumphs and trials, inspiring a deeper love for the Quran and nurturing your spiritual journey 💫. Let the timeless verses of the Quran soothe your heart, calm your mind, and illuminate your path, as you navigate the complexities of life. May these divine whispers bring you comfort in times of sorrow, strength in moments of weakness, and joy in gratitude. May they inspire you to embody the values of compassion, kindness, and forgiveness, and guide you towards inner peace, enlightenment, and a profound connection with the Divine 📖💖. Perfect for daily reflection, meditation, or quiet moments of contemplation, "Whispers of the Divine" is a treasure trove of spiritual nourishment, a source of solace, and a celebration of the Quran's transformative power to touch hearts and uplift souls 🙏. ✍️HAM's Pen

This is the travels of an Immortal to various realms whose purpose is to traverse and uncover what lurks in the labyrinthine depths of the Great Structure.

Poems, stories, and simple thoughts. Everything contained is an original work of the author, except when explicitly stated otherwise.

Haiku-like pieces, prose, and poetry on the arts, politics, nature, and the environment. Highest ranks, #1 in Haikus, #1 in Enlightenment, #1 in Meaning of Life, #1 in Deep Poetry, #1 in Expression.

A collection of my haiku that pulls from both my cultures, that of the Arabian beduins and that of the American West. All of the haiku are my original work. I fell in love with the art form after researching about it for a competition I was planning to host. Endless meaning in so few words is one of the reasons I love poetry, and haiku felt like coming home. In sha Allah (God willing in Arabic) you enjoy and are touched by my glimpses into life and reflections of where I am from.

If you truly want to know what I feel and who I am read not my most private diary but my poetry. For it is where my soul may live freely- every fear and passion coded into the language of love only a few may understand

An incomprehensibly large sea creature takes vengeance against an Antarctic research ship, beginning an adventure for one of the crew as he wakes up on a mysterious island

Every day, the same chair. The same view. But behind the glass, a quiet existence unfolds - one of waiting, wondering, creating, and hoping to be seen. This isn't a story of escape. It's a story of presence. One pane at a time. It also reflects life with disability - quietly seen, often misunderstood, but deeply felt.

I don't know about you but I feel like a tiny bean when I look up at the stars, that's what this poem is about.

I got a bit of inspiration and just want to type out problems within a rhythm, lyrics, and problem something stupid because I am known for that. I know it is a small album, but maybe you'll like it that way.

On a quiet trail above a sleeping city, Matthew Blacke expects solitude-nothing more than another evening spent outrunning his thoughts. Instead, he finds two figures waiting for him. A woman with white hair and a voice like a prayer. A great black wolf whose presence bends the air with unspoken hunger. They wear wooden masks. They know his name. And they are not here to take his life. As night falls and the city glows below, Matthew is drawn into a conversation that cuts deeper than fear of death itself-into faith, doubt, worth, and the terror of being unseen by God. The Lamb speaks of mercy. The Wolf speaks of truth. Together, they challenge everything Matthew believes about heaven, hell, and what it means to be remembered. But not all messengers arrive in forms we expect.

find the angles. a collection of simplistic and reflective poetry. all original works. •sequel to circles•

I'm just writing whatever's coming in my mind depending on my mood... Or the perspective of others about certain topics... These are perfect to read while you're waiting for updates of other stories. You can look for a specific chapter that interests you to read for a while. Enjoy♡

Lately, I've been pushed through a bunch of heartaches and pains. I'm lonely, but.. I'm starting to see that I dont think I matter really anymore. Is my existence really worth keeping in peoples lives?

more original poems to fill a heart. kind of a continuation of "depressing flower" but with various themes because i'm indecisive. could have one sentence or many paragraphs in each chapter, does it matter as long as you relate or appreciate? there will be talk of suicide and other topics that may trigger you. please do not read this if you are sensitive to that sort of content. (previously "midnight confessions")

just a girl expression of life in the form of poetry. A contemplation of life and people. a girl who sees beneath the surface and express it as art.

poems // thoughts // quotes the things you hope for and wish for in the beginning are the things that will tear you down and destroy you in the end. you have to learn to build your walls high and strong so the wind won't be tempted to knock them down.

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.