Historias de Gaze

"PAIGHĀM-E-NIGĀH is the story of a message that never arrived... because it never needed to." It isn't about words left unsaid, but about a silence that revealed more than words ever could. It is the story of a gaze whose message never reached its destination, yet whose truth found its way into the heart that was already waiting for it. Sometimes, love isn't the courage to confess-it's the quiet certainty of understanding someone before they understand themselves."

They say it's survival of the fittest, that it's an honour. But we aren't as clueless as they assume. We know more than they think. We can be just as cunning as they are. And I can fight.

This is a collection of romantic oriented poetry written by Phoenix Bush which is continually ongoing. Feel free to contact the author, myself, at your discretion.

One shot. Draco Malfoy loves gazing at a certain Mudblood.

Soooo my inspiration for writing this one is from xxmils and his/her book "Little Miss Drug dealer", worth a read :). Anywho, this one is also similar to my last one, sort of free versing this as whatever comes to my head, I'm kind of feeling stuck so I'm gonna dwell in the past a little bit, anyways, hope it's good <3. *Good for you (BY MY WIFEY SELENA)* **Idk how the song relates to the poem but thats exactly why I had to include it and write this, it's just such a random duo**

Death in the Beach...

Poems

Just a simple haiku, sometimes it is not just the emotions which outpours through words or the tears that flow from the eyes that tells of the inner sadness. Sometimes it's that vacant, masked expression of the eyes which conveys a lot more than spoken words. It's not always about seeing or hearing something to feel a person's hidden sorrows, rather it's about feeling the unexpressed feelings.

He is incomplete...not until she came into his life. She taught him what's happiness is. But fortunately, she's also the reason why he became broken. She complete him and destroys him, but someone else destined to rebuilt him again.

These are my characters for roleplaying. If you copy my forms, I will find you, and I will kill you.

My name is Elenie. I won the Game. No... The Game won me. Let the 56th Hunger Games begin.

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a poem of realisation of being unwanted by the one your heart beats but even after living through the pain of it , they still hope, hope to be loved

This poem explores the mystery of a vanished soul, lost in the shadows of the night. Through the voice of a desperate seeker, it weaves imagery of flickering streetlights, whispered secrets, and unanswered questions. The mirror, a keeper of truth, is called upon to reveal what darkness has stolen, as hope lingers in the promise of dawn.