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This is going to be different. Each page carries its own power. Sometimes people tell me things, and they stay with me. When something really sticks, I write it down. I give it life. This is going to be a collection of some of my favorite ones. If you'd be interested, I would more than love to write full stories for each one just lmk🫶🏻 I hope this brings you even a bit of the peace it gives me.

"Some days, it feels like the world moves on without you. You carry memories, pain, and grief that no one else can see. You talk to yourself in the quiet, to the walls, to the night, trying to make sense of it all. You've lost people, places, and pieces of yourself along the way, and sometimes it feels like there's no one to notice or understand. But even when your mind is hazy and your heart heavy, there's a spark inside that refuses to die - a flicker of strength that keeps you moving forward. This poem is for anyone who has felt alone in their own head, who has screamed into the void, who has survived another day when it felt impossible. You are not invisible. You are not forgotten. You are still here, still fighting, and that matters more than anyone can tell you. Even in the storm, even in the haze, you are enough. And some days, surviving is the bravest thing you can do."

‎As fate would have it, two people from vastly different backgrounds-one wealthy, the other struggling to make ends meet-are brought together by fate once more. Steffi, a gentle and responsible daughter, once had a childhood crush on Zachey-a boy known for his cold and mysterious nature. Years later, fate unexpectedly brought them together again when they became classmates and were chosen as muse and escort at a prestigious university where Steffi had earned a scholarship. With their reunion, the memories of the boy she had long buried and tried to forget came flooding back to her. ‎ ‎But what if they uncover something tied to who they both truly are-something that would forbid the love they have long desired for one another? What kind of fate would then await them?

My soul transmuting into lyrics.

Touch Me Without Touching Two souls, one electric stare. A game of words, glances, and silence that speaks louder than kisses. In a world where love hides behind smirks and stolen glances, they flirt like fire - daring, teasing, and dangerously close to burning everything down. This isn't just a story of romance; it's a battle of who'll fall first - or harder.

ADULTING is a collection of 20 heartfelt, journal-style reflections that explore what it means to be human flawed, healing, and hopeful. With soft words and deep truths, each chapter holds space for the reader to breathe, reflect, and feel less alone. This book isn't about having all the answers. It's about embracing the journey, the letting go, the quiet victories, the unanswered prayers, and the small moments that shape us. For the soul that's still standing after the storm, this book is your reminder: you are growing, even when it feels slow. And you are not alone.

A raw, unfiltered journey through heartbreak, betrayal, and resilience. Dead Love exposes the pain of lost trust, the scars of broken promises, and the power of rising stronger than before. This poem is for anyone who has loved, lost, and found their strength in the silence of their soul. Feel every word, embrace the pain, and witness the fire that transforms it into power.

This is me-broken, stitched together, bleeding into every word I write. Every shard of my mind, every memory I try to erase, every piece of my heart I thought I lost-it's all here. No filters, no sugar, no pretending. I've been on the edge, staring into emptiness, watching myself dissolve and rebuild, feeling the weight of every loss, every betrayal, every late-night fight with my own mind. I've fallen, I've cried, I've been hollow, I've been loud, I've been silent. And yet, here I am, scribbling chaos onto the page, trying to make sense of it all. This is not just poetry-it's survival, it's defiance, it's the fragments of me refusing to disappear. Every word is a piece of my soul, every line a scar I'm proud to show. Raw. Unfiltered. Real. If you've ever been at the edge, if you've ever felt unseen, if you've ever wrestled with your own darkness, this is for you. Welcome to the shards of me.

A short, dreamy tale of two sisters who traded a normal morning for a drizzly adventure. From sleepy eyes to laughter in pouring rain, this story captures a moment of spontaneous joy and freedom - and a rooftop soaked in memories. 🌧️🌼

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

Jus a lot of pomes🫶🏼