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Between Quiet Moments There are feelings we never explain out loud. Moments where anxiety quietly sits beside us. Moments where silence feels safer than speaking. Moments where we try to exist without being misunderstood. This collection is made from those moments. Not every poem here is searching for answers. Some are simply trying to breathe through ordinary days, awkward conversations, crowded places, quiet thoughts, and emotions we struggle to name.

I Learned to Find Myself First is a collection of poems about growing through the quiet things no one talks about-the loneliness, the comparisons, the overthinking, the feeling of being invisible even when you're right there. This is the softer, healing side of everything I once wrote from hurt. Where "invisible in plain sight" was about not being seen, this is about finally seeing yourself. These poems are for the girl who felt left out, who loved too hard, who stayed quiet when she had so much to say. The girl who questioned her worth, waited for people to choose her, and learned the hard way that not everyone will. But this time, it's different. This book is about choosing yourself. About unlearning the idea that you have to be picked to be worthy. About finding confidence, peace, and happiness within-not from someone else. It's still honest. Still real. Just... lighter. A reminder that healing doesn't mean forgetting who you were- it means finally becoming who you needed.

tfoawm. (The Fragments of a Wandering Mind) is not a novel, memoir, or self-help book. It is a catalog of thought. Written throughout 2026, this collection captures ideas exactly as they emerged: raw, contradictory, obsessive, emotional, detached, curious, afraid, alive. Each entry exists independently, allowing the reader to open the book at any point and step directly into a different state of mind. From existential reflections to fleeting observations, from intimacy to absurdity, tfoawm. documents what it feels like to think too much, feel too deeply, and try to understand life while actively living it. (The chapters do not have to be read in order.)

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

Can you love your corpse body when the flies choose you before people do? When moss crawls over your ribs like nature reclaiming what loneliness left behind? Can you still touch your ruined skin and whisper, you're pretty, without choking on the lie? Can you kiss the mouth that never smiled correctly enough for the world to keep? Because people love the public version. The romantic self. The soft voice. The carefully stitched personality perfumed to survive attention. They love the body before decay. Before truth. Before the rot starts speaking. But the real question is this: Can you love yourself when there is nothing beautiful left to perform? When your ugliness is exposed like organs split open under fluorescent light. When your darkness smells too human for anyone else to hold. Can you still call yourself worthy when even your reflection looks haunted by you? Or will you wait for strangers to approve the mask first before learning how to love the corpse underneath it? Humans spend their whole lives decorating coffins and calling it self-worth.

Petals encompasses identity. How it isn't bound by labels but a collection of them. There are facets of ourselves people may never see. We reserve these layers for multitudes of reasons. We exist because we are. Take time to learn about yourself, turn every rock, deep dive, don't graze the surface. Learn, accept, BE.

A small story about how painful it feels to care too much for someone who barely notices it. Sometimes, the more love we give, the more invisible we become. And somehow, when we stop caring, they finally start chasing us. This is not just about a dinner plan. It's about feeling unimportant to someone you were excited to see.

This is not an anthology about love. This is about what love becomes when it starts to consume you. This is a collection of poems that wander through obsession, heartbreak, trauma, and quiet survival. From soft devotion to violent longing, from silence to fire, each piece untangle what it means to feel unbearable in a world that asks you to feel less. Some wounds don't fade. They master how to speak.

Have you ever felt that feeling That feeling in which your birthday is in a few days and you can't just wait for it to pop in the blue, the feeling that you Just want to make yourself special and focus on yourself. Through out this four months of the year I had the toughest times it my life, I had a couple of accident, fell sick and got drowned in studies and exam, that for once I thought I wouldn't make it to the day everyone shouts "happy birthday" to me. My name is olive crownstar I am thirteen years and four months old and this is my story

This is personal writing. Not a debate. Not a discussion. Not open to fixing. Read if you want. Leave quietly if you don't.

Some people fear being alone. They call silence dangerous, loneliness tragic, solitude something to escape from. But what if being alone was never the enemy? This collection of poetry explores the quiet beauty of solitude. The soft morning sunlight through bedroom windows, music echoing against empty walls, forests breathing outside lonely homes, and city apartments filled with peaceful silence instead of noise. Not every lonely feeling is sadness. Sometimes being alone becomes freedom. Sometimes it becomes healing. Sometimes it becomes art. A melancholic poetry collection about silence, self-reflection, peace, and finding comfort in your own existence. For the people who learned how to make solitude feel like home.

This book is a love letter to the ghosts we carry, a plea to the ones who left too soon. A hundred reasons I wrote for you-reasons to stay, reasons to hold on-though I know now they will never reach you. But if someone else finds them, if someone else is standing where you once stood, I hope they listen. I hope they see what you couldn't. © [Smiruna-Painira], [2025]. All rights reserved. This work is the property of the author. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author's permission *(UPDATES EVERY DAY UTC+8)

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

‎A collection of poems about the quiet magic of friendship and the complexity of relationships, about the moments we shared, the words we never said, and the feelings that stayed long after everything else changed. These poems live in the spaces between laughter and silence, closeness and distance, holding onto what it means to truly connect with another soul.

A gentle yet aching narrative of love that remained unexpressed. Through pauses, glances, and quiet longing, it reflects the sorrow of what could have been-if only it had been seen.

LOVE in no man's Land: Volume 1 Silence was her only survival. Now, AddBox will be her weapon. Vânia has lived through a nameless hell. Trapped in a human trafficking syndicate that stripped her of her identity and dignity, she thought she was lost to the world. But amidst the horror, a miracle was born: **Vitória**. Her daughter became the spark of light that gave her the strength to do the impossible-escape. Deported back to Portugal, Vânia seeks refuge between the frozen peaks of Covilhã and the cherry orchards of Fundão. But peace is a fragile illusion. With her past hunting her down in the form of the relentless Raj and the treacherous Fatma, Vânia realizes that hiding is no longer an option. **To protect her child, she must fight back.** With the help of Rafael, a tech genius who sees the soul behind the code, AddBox is born: a digital sanctuary for anonymous reporting that promises to give a voice to the shadows. From Portugal to Brazil, the silenced are finally beginning to rise. But the truth carries a deadly price. Caught between elite secrets, unexpected betrayals, and a confession letter that could shatter everything, Vânia must decide: How far is she willing to go to secure her daughter's future and destroy, once and for all, the monsters lurking in the "No Man's Land"? sees the soul behind the code, **AddBox** is born: a digital sanctuary for anonymous reporting that promises to give a voice to the shadows. From Portugal to Brazil, the silenced are finally beginning to rise. But the truth carries a deadly price. Caught between elite secrets, unexpected betrayals, and a confession letter that could shatter everything, Vânia must decide: How far is she willing to go to secure?

Textiles is a collection of the tangible--threads you can hold and turn in your hand. It explores gothic betrayal, dignity, history, and the ache found within uncovering truths. These objects carry beauty, but within their hidden seams lies the heart of this series.

What happens when feelings are spoken, but not fully understood? Emily gives her heart honestly, while Ryan struggles to face what he truly feels. Between quiet moments, distance, and time, their story unfolds-proving that some love doesn't fade... it just waits for the right moment.

Once, they dreamed beneath the same sky - young, fearless, and in love. Now, years later, fate brings them back as strangers bound by unspoken memories and impossible choices. Between the man she promised her future to and the one who still owns her silence, Ava must face the storm she once fled. Whisper Beneath the Old Tree is a haunting symphony of love lost, love found, and the quiet ache of what might have been. https://www.etsy.com/listing/4387929103/whisper-beneath-the-old-tree