Deepemotions Stories

Love wasn't supposed to feel like this. Fricelda "Fria" Vergara thought love meant holding on, that if she loved hard enough, forgave enough, and became exactly what he needed, Anjo Lorenzo would finally love her the way she deserved. But love should never feel like walking on eggshells. It shouldn't feel like waiting for an apology that never comes. It shouldn't feel like forgetting who you are just to survive. For years, Fria convinced herself that she was lucky to have him-until the night she realized she was only surviving him. With a suitcase full of fear and a heart that doesn't know how to beat without him, she runs. But leaving isn't the hardest part. It's the nights where the silence feels heavier than his words ever did. It's the memories that don't leave, the scars no one else can see. It's learning how to exist after breaking free. And when Anjo finds her again, whispering promises that sound dangerously like love, Fria must make a choice. To fall back into the arms that once destroyed her. Or to finally choose herself-even if she doesn't know how. 💔 A deeply emotional, raw, and gripping story about survival, healing, and finding your way back to yourself after losing everything. 🔹 Read now if you love: ✔️ Toxic love stories that leave a mark ✔️ Characters who are broken but fighting ✔️ A slow-burn journey of healing and self-discovery ✔️ The kind of book that lingers in your heart long after the last page 📖 Start reading Chapter 1: A Bruise No One Can See now.

My empty life walk with me through my struggles Hold my hand and come see What lies behind a normal face Is not the same as you think Let me open your mind Let me tell you how the world really is Figure out what I'm saying

LOVE IS IN THE AIR - INTRO There are moments in life when love doesn't arrive with grand gestures or loud declarations. Sometimes, it lingers quietly... in shared glances, in unspoken words, in the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to understand each other. In a world filled with fleeting connections and hurried goodbyes, there are still stories that unfold slowly-softly-like a whisper carried by the wind. This is a story of two souls who never expected to meet... yet somehow found themselves drawn together by something deeper than coincidence. A story of quiet beginnings, hidden smiles, and the kind of love that grows not in noise- but in the spaces in between. ✨ Because sometimes, love isn't something you chase... it's something you feel, long before you understand it.

Sensational poems just for you^(⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Dive into the darker part of deep space. A place that makes the idea of existence seem all the more questioning. This poetry may tread down a darker path than what people would like, but perhaps it is the truth that will set you free. You'll be disturbed. You'll be in awe. And most of all, you will be thinking of what exactly is beyond the stars. Welcome...to deep space poetry.

~My love will always breathe in my dead poems!! A collection of all the poems that I've written for a special someone which consists of a nostalgia of love that is selfless, unrequited and forever gonna belong to HER~my sweetheart 💜💜 *All the photos don't belong to me, I've taken them from Google.

Mr. Nobody is the feeling when you don't know what you're feeling; that sense of being outside of yourself. These are random letters to it and other Feelings. *MAY BE TRIGGERING*

Poetry I guess

PLEASE READ FULLY: "Between the Tears and the Tiny Moments" is a tender, unfiltered collection of poems tracing the inner landscape of a first-time mother navigating postpartum depression. Through quiet confessions, aching honesty, and flashes of fierce love, these poems hold space for the exhaustion, the guilt, the loneliness-and the small, sacred moments that keep her reaching for light. This book is a reminder that motherhood can be both beautiful and brutal, that healing is not linear, and that even in the darkest seasons, a mother's heart keeps learning how to stay. This collection is still in the making. My baby is still in infancy, and I am still finding my way through the shifting landscape of postpartum. These poems are my diary-an unfolding record of the tenderness, the ache, the small miracles, and the moments that nearly undo me. I am writing from inside the experience, not after it, and I want you to feel that honesty in every line. One day, when I have made it through the trenches and can look back with steadier hands, I hope to publish this book for every parent who has ever felt alone in their feelings. Postpartum can be beautiful. It can also be brutal. And far too often, the hardest parts are carried in silence. If you are a mother or father walking your own path through postpartum and would like to share a moment, a story, or an emotion to be included in this project, I invite you to reach out. Please send me a private message- I check them every Friday- and I will gladly shape your experience into a poem. Together, we can take raw, vulnerable moments and transform them into something beautiful, something to hold onto, something that reminds us that none of us walk this journey alone.

Poem that I wrote about emotions.

Finding yourself and who you should be.

"...because life sucks but that's life, unfair, unreasonable and wholly choatic but that's okay. Because it's not life that makes life worth living." - Author ("Life.. Sucks!") This is a collection of poems written by a poet that aims at trying to ascribe some meaning to this journey we call life.

Kinda sad shorts that i write in my spare time Updates whenever im particularly sad **the first four are old**

This is something super short I came up with instead of paying attention in class.

A collection of poems relaying a journey of inspiration from the early days of a poet's awakening to the present time and everything in between.

🌛𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐜o𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 💫 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 🌜

" Straight up tell me, do you really want to love me forever? Or is this just some hit and run. " Sitting up on his lap, pushing my hair away from my face looking into his deep green eyes, taking a deep breath before saying, " Are you really Quoting J. Cole right now??" " Yes, yes I am, Mostly because I want to know if this is for real this time, " He said, smirking as he ran his hands down my body. I ignored his question and just leaned down, pressing my lips onto his. Kissing him deeply. The kiss wasn't answering his question, but I couldn't tell him that I was falling for him. That would ruin everything we had. I didn't want to love him, I was scared to. Nothing good comes from telling a guy you love them.

Letters that were never sent and never reached the hearts they were written for.

Sequel to Flicker flare (noun): a sudden brief burst of bright flame or light; a sudden burst of intense emotion: she felt a flare of anger within her in which a girl with stripped of her memories learns to love a boy all over again ~~~ Contains some themes that are considered mature, read at your own risk. (For 15+)

Just a collection of words that might be poems...🤷😅