Истории Emptiness

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A collection of poems

For all the people who didn't feel loved or hate themselves.

A 21-year-old reflects on her past and tries to move forward in a desolate place. Holding on to the hope that there must be more in her future that will make it all worthwhile, if only to have the strength to endure her days and nights.

This prequel follows Adrian Monteverde long before he became the man capable of softness, devotion, and peace. Before Lia-he was cold survival wrapped in expensive suits. A boy raised inside wealth without warmth. A man taught that power mattered more than love. And someone who spent years believing loneliness was safer than attachment. Until one ordinary moment quietly destroyed everything he thought he knew about himself.

Hello, my dear readers. These poems are just pieces of what I feel- some soft, some heavy. I hope you find something in them that feels like your own. Thank you for being here.✌❤

"Hello" "Hi, how may I romance you?" LOVE. 4 letters. 1 syllable. HATE. 4 letters. 1 syllable. For Coco this was always hard to draw out the differences between the two words. She found it easy to love hate and easy to hate love. So it comes to a surprise when she is the school's cupid. But no one needs to know that. So when she finds out her next client is none other than the so called notorious bad boy Luka, she can't help but play some games in his head before pairing him up. Luka isn't one for games and having one night-stands. He's never even had his first kiss. Everyone sees him as some stone-faced cold boy who has a reputation. But, under those golden specks lives a very taunted boy scared of love. As the saying goes, "Perfect roses have thorns too y'know". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Started: 08/15/2020 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

𝙆𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞... 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚.. Adhrit#Shravani. No.. No..Love, what are you doing love ?" His voice trembled with panic. "Please, come forward. Look you're right at the edge. You'll fall... It's not safe. Please." He saw his wife in the most shattered state standing near the cliff, her figure trembling, her eyes distant and hollow. "I... I won't," Shravani whispered, her voice cracking. "I deserve this..." Her legs quivered, hands trembling as tears streamed down her face. "No... Please, don't do this," he pleaded, stepping closer. "I can't live without you." Devit#Taara "D...Dev..." she began, voice almost lost . He stepped back, shaking his head. "No... Don't come near me," Dev said, broken. "I'm not worthy of anyone's love." "That's not true, Dev," Taara said softly. "You are worthy of love, of care, of healing." "She... she left me," he whispered, barely audible over the rain. "When I needed her the most... she left. " Ishaan#Khasvi Their eyes locked. Neither blinked. "You didn't trust me," she said, her voice trembling. "You thought I was the one at fault..." Ishaan's voice broke through the storm. "Please, just listen to me once..." His eyes usually so guarded now brimmed with vulnerability. She held back a sob, then smiled bitterly. "Don't worry," she said coldly. "I'll make sure you get the pleasure of watching me marry someone else."

i never got the chance to just be a kid, a genuinely happy, carefree, kid. my "dad" left right after i was born, though i'm glad he did. he was an abuser, a bad drinker. i'm not gonna tell you my whole life story... not just yet, that is. some of these i came up with right off the top of my head. i don't know if i should write some more or just publish it like how it is now, let me know! so here it goes... 15 years of hell.

Emotions...they control us. Who would've known my anger would turn me into a monster.

All clouds have a dark side

I'm surrounded by tulips

Another gray day

There is no greater certainty than that of being human. Although, humanity is a wide and complex concept that needs to be explored further away from our social limits. In this series of poems, humanity is presented through honest voices in vulnerable situations where reason, love, fear and delusions are one.

Written in the same span of time as the first beginnings of my "Someone Who Cares" collection. "Lifeless" was actually the one to starts things off--having been based on the first line of the song--and originally consisted of Kairi as the main center of the chapter but I've now almost completely revised it, however it still remains to be one small chapter. The new story is as goes: A character not specified of race or gender walks through a rather sullen city pondering the lack of life and energy to be seen. After failing to get a response of any kind out of a young citizen, they decide to approach an elder to inquire the story of the city. The answer received in turn is indeed sad and perhaps the unbelievable start of the gloomy outlook now taken upon by the residents themselves.

A woman that got left by her man for a different woman that was "better" than her. It shows how a woman feels after being left for another woman in a third person pov. ... THANK YOU FOR READING. ❤️❤️❤️

a series of lyrics and poems and lyrical poems that turned to ashes

where's my love?

I write what I failed to say

WARNING: THIS BOOK DOES NOT HAVE THAT MANY INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS! I REPEAT NOT THAT MANY INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHTS! IF YOU ARE NOT OK WITH LOW SELF-ESTEEM AND SELF-HARM ISSUES THIS IS NOT THE BOOK FOR YOU. (thank you) *Hands you a box of tissue paper and a pillow*