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It is another written journal composed of a collection of thoughts, each reflecting the writer's unique perspectives on love. It may take the form of a poem, a story, or a simple passing thought. As the saying goes, "In every rose-beautiful and fragile-there are thorns." So it is with life and love: both are filled with differences and complications, yet they remain, and will always be, beautiful.

It's year 2200. Just a few days ago, the world celebrated a new century. A new era for humanity... But despite that things have changed a lot over those past few centuries, the humans have remained the same. With the advanced technology reaching a new level of power and liberation, the mankind is living in the era of the long desired 'tomorrow' that their ancestors had always been trying to achieve. And their more recent and most praise worthy achievement, being the creation of life itself... A new era for the human kind... A new era...filled with countless possibilities. In life, we find it easier to simply exist...to simply, wander through the unpredictable waves of the society. ~Memento vivere~ Remember to live... ~~~ [Future Earth AU] [All mentioned video game characters belong to Hoyoverse] [Cover made by me]

This began as a simple school assignment: write a comforting letter to a friend. Instead, the character's pen stopped, turning the page into a brutal archive of eight years of unequal love. This is the story of a friendship where one person was always The Fixer, always the keeper of dates, the one who offered their "humble, quiet all," only to be left unseen. From the quiet betrayal of a forgotten birthday to the crushing realization that "I should be the one who needs comfort, not them," this documents the weight of carrying an imbalance. It is a profound reflection on the burden of history, the geometry of a failing bond, and the difficult, necessary plan for a "Subtle Rebalance"-saving the self when you can no longer save the whole.

Splinters of the Soul is a raw, unflinching journey through pain, memory, and the fragments that shape who we become. These poems trace the scars carved by childhood, the weight of love lost, and the quiet echoes of moments that never truly leave us. This collection is not just poetry it is survival, remembrance, and the voice of a spirit that refuses to be erased. It is personal. It is vulnerable. It is the sound of wanting to be heard. Let each verse pull you into a world where broken isn't the end... Just the beginning. Most importantly to be heard to be seen.

My cosmic thoughts with love and light 💫✨🫶🏼🙏 this is my baby, and my creative expression, please enjoy

I wrote most of these poems after 10 p.m. when I was feeling either sad, nostalgic, or lonely. It started as just a way to put words to feelings, but it has become so much more than that. I hope you can resonate with some of these poems, like I do, and that these words are there for you when you need them most :)

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.

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.

Description: If a person can't even remember their own name... can they truly exist? A young girl(?) opens her eyes in the middle of an endless forest, unable to recall her past or even who she is. At first, solitude doesn't feel like a missing piece - until an unseen voice whispers a temporary identity into her ear, a delicate flower becomes the breath against her chest, and silent footsteps begin to walk beside her. But not every outstretched hand carries kindness: the language of bodies can be a brutal reminder of whether mercy or savagery weighs heavier. Is this world a place meant to be lived in, or a refuge for someone who should have died long ago? Did she fall into it by chance, or did someone summon her on purpose? The choices she makes, the bonds she forms with the beings she encounters... are they truly "right," or has she already crossed an irreversible line somewhere along the way? BEIVA: I. Eternity Into Mortality is the first link in a philosophical and emotional journey, where a stranger without memories is forced, step by step, to face the heaviest questions about herself, those around her, and an unknown order pulling the strings. And once you set foot in this world, you may find yourself asking the real question: should you fear them... or the version of you hiding inside? Important Note: The language of the story is originally Turkish. It has been translated from Turkish by me. So it can be some issues with grammar, story telling. If you spot any, please tell me. The author of the book is me, Ömer Sait Coşkun, and the entire plot of the book is my own creation. While my English is good, I don't have enough proficiency to write the entire novel series from scratch in English and funds for professional translation. However, I want my story to reach more people. I hope you enjoy it. <3

There are feelings that slip through language-emotions too vast for a single word, moments too fleeting to define. The Atlas of the Soul is a collection of poetic entries that seeks to give them names, mapping the uncharted territories of the human heart. From the quiet ache of nostalgia to the warmth of unexpected joy, from the weight of unspoken goodbyes to the lightness of fleeting wonder, this book is a lexicon of emotions-both familiar and forgotten. Each entry is a window into the depths of what it means to feel, to remember, and to exist. For those who have ever searched for the right words to describe what lingers in their chest, The Atlas of the Soul offers a compass. A guide. A name for every feeling you've ever known but never spoken. So tell me-how much of your heart remains unnamed? And are you ready to find the words?

These are the words that came when I couldn't stay quiet, Pieces of thoughts I whispered to myself, Moments I couldn't hold in my chest.. These are just fragments of what I felt, what I saw and what I thought.. Read them if you want, skip them if you don't These are my little echoes, wandering quietly..! Hope you'll like it ✨

"FRAGMENTS OF ME" is a collection of soft pink thoughts, quiet emotions and tiny fragments of my heart.

TW; mental health issues and everything it involves read at your own discretion poems from my notes app, some are old, some are new. They are about my own experiences and some are about what i've learnt from them.

Enjoy a private glimpse into my mind, which is not given even to those closest to me. I hope you can find a friend in the words on your screen. I don't have an upload schedule; it may be a long time between uploads. I'm just writing when the inspiration hits. Some of the earlier poems are kinda shitty (Like really bad). They are some of my first-ever poems, so please don't judge based on the first ones. They get better, I swear. 😭 P.S. Feel free to correct any grammatical errors in my writing. I am by no means a professional, and I'm sure I have made many mistakes.

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

Soul's Diary | Amanda Krey Syndrome is a collection of pieces of my soul - my true, raw, unfiltered soul. Here you will find my most sincere songs, collections of good and not-so-good things, thoughts and notes that I'm afraid to share, recommendations from the heart, meaningful pictures, and much more. The truth is here. So, welcome!

"These hidden poems, previously kept to myself, now stand exposed to the world, a light for those who may find comfort or support in the shared experience of pain and trauma. Witness the dark realities of life through the lens of a writer unafraid to dive into the harsh world we live in."

Late-night thoughts turned into quiet poems.

[ partly dialogue ] [ stand alone ] // previously known as "Hey Neighbor | A Dialogue Story\\ When a mute foster kid moves in next door to a deeply insecure homeschooled girl that lives in the middle of nowhere, them meeting is slim even when the closest thing to civilization is a small market twenty miles away. Their only communication? Via text.

Hope is not just a feeling-it's a psychological strength that fuels resilience and action, even in the face of adversity.