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December feels like a doorway a soft place where the year gathers itself and asks what we learned, what we carried, what we survived. These poems are pieces of my journey : the warnings I ignored, the devotion I misplaced, the victories I didn't see coming, and the quiet mercies that held me when I didn't know how to hold myself. This is my year, unfolded in poems faith, fragility, obedience, and the gentle ways God stitched me back together one lesson at a time. If you've walked through a year that stretched you, maybe you'll find yourself here too.

I found my obituary online. It wasn't supposed to be there. Not with my name, my birthday, and that photo, the one I never wanted anyone to see. The date? Three weeks from now. No one else notices the warning staring back at me. But I can feel it, a cold weight settling in my chest. Each day, the world blurs around me. Memories I swear I lived slip through my fingers. People stop seeing me. I'm fading into nothing. Now, with every heartbeat counting down, I'm forced to chase the pieces of myself I lost, Before I vanish completely.

Inspired by the song Alibi by sombr. Completely fictional one-shot. Some songs leave questions behind. Some leave stories. This is one interpretation of the one hidden inside Alibi.

In a world that tried to break her, Hope learned to build herself instead. When life tore down every dream she ever had, she chose not to surrender-but to rise, to heal, and to become her own light. This is the story of a girl who walked through storms with grace, turned her pain into power, and proved that even in darkness, the smallest spark can set the whole sky ablaze.

A bunch of poems I wrote! I hope you enjoy them! I wrote a lot of deep poems so uhm yeah! But I really hope you like this! (I CHANGED THE FORMAT!!!)

Walking away, still loving you with every breath. ( English version )

This was meant to help narrate pain, darkness and hopelessness in a deep manner. It is a series of simple poems which explain the complex nature of emotional and mental suffering. It takes you through a journey of grief, incandescence and regret. The writer in the end says... "Sometimes what offers to help you, is what actually kills you". Simply, do not trust anyone.

You think you've survived, yet something still pulls you toward the ache. You soothe your heart, whispering that it's nothing - soft, light, harmless. You convince yourself it's free will, strength of mind, a calm command. But it's a bitter fruit stuck in your throat - neither swallowed nor spat out, only lingering in pain. You try to smile though your lips tremble from exhaustion. You look into the mirror, asking: Do I pierce through it, or does it pierce through me? You reach out to yourself, touching your own solitude, only to find a blurred reflection. You ask your torn heart, How much endurance do you have left? Life keeps coming for you - relentless, unapologetic. It hurls you against the wall, only to bend you halfway, then forces you to rise again, like a sword reclaimed. You spin within your own orbit, watching repetition tighten its grip. You lose, you are lost, you search. It's a revelation without clarity - like a theft in broad daylight by a blind thief. And then, a faint light disturbs you; you fear it might expose you. You stand on the edge of dawn - and extinguish it. Still, you keep trying.

Swear to GOD I'm living in hell. Like I truly feel that this is the land of the forsaken. No one really loves anyone anymore. Its like love is only a "word" which means "to like someone profoundly", what the FUCK is that. Everyone is malicious and deceptive and back stabbing. You got "agencies" that actually pay their employers to "care"... To actually FUCKING CARE...what happened to humanity and a loving community. Greed, drugs, porn, prostitution, that's what the FUCK HAPPENED. Now we live in a world where in No One loves you the state then pays certain "agencies" to pick up the lack and do what...."CARE"...IF THIS AINT HELL IT SURE AINT FAR FROM IT ©lyricalslouch

A gentle collection of poems rising from chaos into clarity. These pages hold the quiet battles, the unspoken truths, and the soft rebirth of a soul learning to breathe again. For anyone walking through darkness, may these words remind you that light is already on its way.

He loved a girl who never really loved him. And I loved him... the way cactuses love- quietly, from a distance, with thorns hidden beneath soft petals. Ayansh thinks I'm just a friend. Just a sister. But I've been listening to every heartbreak, every tear he hides in silence. And while he keeps watering the wrong flower... I stay. 🌵 A story about one-sided love, quiet pain, and a girl who never asked to be chosen-only remembered. For the ones who love silently. For the ones who never get picked. This is your story. - Shruti

A raw reflection on identity, masks we wear, and the fleeting nature of existence. Lines made of truth, life lived in lies - this piece dives into paradoxes, hidden scars, and the urgency to embrace who you truly are before time dissolves everything. A journey through starlit nights, unspoken emotions, and the quiet courage of becoming yourself.

Some nightmares don't end when you wake up. They follow you. They sit in your chest, in your breath, in the way your eyes scan a room without you even realizing it. The chase doesn't stop just because your eyes open. The fear doesn't disappear just because the world is quiet again. It lingers-subtle, heavy, alive beneath the surface. This story is not about a man chasing someone through the dark. It's about what that chase means. It's about being misunderstood... blamed... unheard... and forced into survival mode when no one else steps in. It's about the silence of people who see you struggling and choose not to help. It's about the pressure of defending yourself in a world that has already made up its mind about you. And deeper than that-it's about abandonment. The kind that doesn't always look obvious. The kind that shows up in denial. The kind that leaves you questioning your reality. This is the story of what happens when fear and abandonment collide at the same time-when your body is running, but your mind is trying to make sense of something much bigger. Because monsters aren't born. They're built. One moment at a time. One experience at a time. One survival instinct at a time. And eventually... you don't just run anymore. You learn. You adapt. You control it.

Short poem about the soul or wtv

A birthday isn't always a celebration. Sometimes it's just proof that you survived another year. If your birthday doesn't feel special anymore, you'll understand this piece.

"I Am The Devil." That's what they call me. The quiet boy in the corner who never laughs, never blinks first, and never forgives a lie. My eyes scare them, my silence unsettles them, and my honesty cuts too deep. I spend my days buried in books, dismantling the world one thought at a time, until she walks in - the girl who dares to look back at me without flinching. She's warmth, I'm frost. She's chaos, I'm control. And yet, she stays. But people like me don't get happy endings. I ruin everything I touch. And when love finds me, it doesn't save me, it shows me just how much destruction I can bring. This is not a story of redemption. This is the story of how I learned to live with being the villain of my own life.

There's battles that don't leave wounds and scars that aren't visible on the surface. How deep can you cut someone before they finally break?

Inspired by the song My House Is Warm by sombr. Completely fictional one-shot. Some songs leave questions behind. Some leave stories. This is one interpretation of the one hidden inside My House Is Warm...

This story uncovers the hidden parts of the life of a teenage girl. It is not always sweet and marvelous as it might seem. In this 'diary', I will be writing about everyday struggles, thoughts and mental health. I am telling the story of Cara, a 17 year old high-school girl as she navigates life, learns to accept herself and learns how to live with what she inherited(mental illnes and addiction). This book both presents the 'outside'(parts others see) and the 'inside'(what is going on within) of life. PS: the book is written and narrated in a style that is inspired by Rue's narration in Euphoria - raw, objective The book has its fair share of event-telling parts and reflecting back to the past. TW: few mentions of self destructive behaviour, dark philosophy about life, addiction, mental illness and raw description of everyday struggles