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What if the problem was never you... but a world that never knew how to see you? Lucifer: the world doesn't understand us is not a story about good or evil. It's about being judged before being understood. It's about carrying labels you never chose. It's about falling... and realizing you were never truly standing. Between silence, rebellion, and acceptance, this book dives into the mind of someone who learned to survive in a world that prefers masks over truth. Here, "Lucifer" is not a villain. It is a symbol. A silenced voice. A suppressed identity. Everything the world rejects... until it is forced to face it. If you're looking for a light read, this may not be your place. But if you've ever felt lost, misunderstood, or tired of pretending to be someone you're not... then this book was written for you.

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.

In a world addicted to noise, John is drowning in silence. After years lost to mental decay and drug-induced confusion, he wakes up inside the ruins of his own mind-his memories faded, his identity fractured. But as sobriety creeps in not with light, but with stillness, he begins a quiet, painful journey to rebuild. Through haunting reflections and philosophical questions, "The Ruins of His Mind" explores the fragile nature of memory, the search for truth, and the quiet strength it takes to rise from emptiness-not to find peace, but purpose. A raw, introspective story for anyone who's ever questioned the world-or themselves.

Ash falls. Hearts ache. Nothing blooms. In this haunting collection, love turns crimson, memories burn, and the body becomes a cage for everything left unsaid. These poems explore loss, longing, and the quiet devastation of feeling too much-until there's nothing left at all.

Among crowded streets and countless people, silence still finds me. This is the English translation of a poem originally published on my main profile: @rmyy03 🤍 I hope you enjoy it and feel the same way I felt writing it.

When will it stop? I wonder why my peers around me are being brain washed but I'm the one who can see past the things they were victims to. I wonder why a modern day female can't sleep with a guy she likes without being shamed. Society is never satisfied always know that, if you are petite you are considered anorexic. If you are a little on the thick side you are considered obese. When will it end? I will never let others label me and put a limit on my abilities I am strong, I am independent, I am me. Nobody in the world can stop me from being me. I am strong willed never will be the one to wear jordons on my feet because if I don't I'll be shamed, never will be the one to try my hardest to fit in. I am Destiny, I love being unique, being different is a beautiful that is a thing not many people can love I wanna change my peers mind sets I wanna see them grow when will it end?......

This story is not about sleep. It's about what happens before sleep takes you-when your body is still here, but your mind begins to slip away. Paralysis is a raw, unfiltered experience of dissociation, emotional overload, and the terrifying moment when reality no longer feels real. It captures the quiet buildup of pressure-the tight chest, the distorted voices, the feeling of being present but not truly there. This isn't fiction created from imagination; it's pulled from a lived moment where exhaustion, stress, and detachment collide all at once. At its core, Paralysis explores what it feels like to disconnect from yourself. The countdown, the silence, the decision to "leave" mentally while your body continues to move-these are not metaphors, they are survival responses. The story walks through the shift from awareness to absence, showing how the mind protects itself when it reaches its limit. And when that limit is pushed too far, it spills into something physical-sleep paralysis, panic, and the feeling of being trapped inside your own body while everything around you feels real enough to believe. This is not just about fear-it's about understanding what happens when the human mind shuts down and resets. It's about the space between being here and not being here. The moment where you question whether you were ever fully present at all. Paralysis is heavy, intense, and deeply personal. It's for anyone who has ever felt disconnected, overwhelmed, or lost inside themselves-and lived to tell the story of coming back.

What happens when you forget yourself for a moment? They say if lies didn't exist, truth wouldn't be so precious. The dumbest thing I ever said was, "I can't wait to grow up, to be my own person." But I belonged to everyone-except myself. I'm nineteen now. Am I living life, or just surviving it? This time, I've given my life over to the little miracle I gave birth to. I write so I don't forget myself. I stay silent so that everyone hears me-just so I won't forget, even for a moment. This isn't just a book. This is a story. My story.

A three-part poem series about being the child who was never chosen, the sibling who lived in the shadows, and the kid who learned to laugh so no one heard the hurt. This is jealousy, anger, sarcasm, trauma, and honesty poured into poetry for the ones who grew up feeling like an extra page in a family story.

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 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.

excerpts from my journal, yeah this probably won't be interesting, but look anyway!!!!! **if any of my writing is dangerously similar to anyone else's I PROMISE that it is purely coincidence, I don't want to take credit for anyone else's work**

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.

What happens when someone becomes the center of your world... and then slowly disappears from it? The Last Page of Us follows a boy who falls in love with a girl whose laughter felt like sunlight and whose silence felt like winter. From late-night conversations to unread messages, from tiny promises to quiet heartbreak - this is the story of a love that grew beautifully and ended quietly. This book is for you if you've ever: •loved someone silently lost someone slowly waited for a message that never came • held onto memories more than a person •wished for one last conversation It's not a story of blame. It's not a story of revenge. It's a story of feeling - deep, raw, honest. Some people stay, some people leave. But some... remain forever as the last page of us.

Letters which are dusty and forgotten from the void, with a history that speaks --- every letter that whispers moments and mysteries from the world of the endless.

Lerato serves the Lord with discipline, devotion, and silence. She cleans His house. She protects His people. She watches. Because not everyone who stands at the pulpit is sent by Him. When a new preacher arrives, the church sees a servant of God. Lerato sees something else. And she has never been afraid of the truth.

Night is kinder to me than day. A place where pain doesn't have to hide, and truth can exist without striking back. These writings are not stories. They are whispers born in darkness, written for the heart, not for judgment, not for rescue. If something here feels familiar, perhaps our nights keep the same wound awake.

Sunflowers 🌻✨ She was born beneath the shadow of devotion twisted into chains. Among sunflowers, she tasted fleeting freedom, the golden petals whispering of a life beyond pain. But darkness came like fire, devouring innocence and leaving her spirit charred and silent. This is the story of a girl raised in a cult of burning secrets, her body marked by betrayal, her heart haunted by screams. Yet within the ash lies her ember - the quiet, stubborn hope that one day she will rise, carrying the echoes of her trauma not as a curse, but as a testament to her unbreakable soul.

A product of sleepless nights, wet fire, tired eyes, and a weary, stitched heart. This collection holds poetry you won't just see and read, but feel and hear. Fervour, intense and passionate. by Famous T.

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