Heavyheart Stories

for those people who just need to read some shit. I hope you like. TW

An inspiring poem about farewell.

Here we go...

DUSKY COMFORT IS ABOUT WHEN A PERSON IS LOOKING FOR COMFORT BUT WHEN HE/SHE GETS IT, THEY STILL FEEL UNSATISFIED. WHY?

Love is Red, like the roses. Blue, like the sky. White, like the moon. And has no boundaries. It has no forms. Love cannot be measured, neither can it be subdued. Love doesn't know 'time' or 'place'. It just happens. Be it alive, or dead. Be it wise, or evil. Be it true, or lustful. Love breathes through the cage of all ghosts. Discover, The Ghost of Love.

Times in life when we're unsure to love or not to, thinking we will be heart broken but still falling for them reflecting upon our decisions and getting over them and starting to live life as it should be lived, Starting to think we're not compatible, self doubt and so on ... All summed up for the good of oneself

Cover art designed by me, please do not repost.

Just ordinary stories and poems.

"Whispers of a Wandering Soul" is a heartfelt collection of poems that explores the quiet longings, silent battles, and fleeting moments of beauty within a soul in search of meaning. Each verse is a whisper-soft yet powerful-guiding readers through the shadows and light of emotion, memory, and dreams. Perfect for lovers of introspective and evocative poetry, this book invites you to wander, reflect, and feel.

Started: July 1st, 2020. Published: July 22nd, 2020. Finished:

Bagian perasaan yang tertuang dalam sebuah tulisan tanpa perlu memikirkan perasaan orang lain ketika diutarakan dalam sebuah coretan tak bermakna bagi sebagian orang !!!!

The Quiet Below is a quiet ache of a poem-an ode to the kind of love that protects without praise, sacrifices without recognition, and stays steady in silence. Told through the metaphor of an anchor and a ship, it explores the selflessness of holding on so another may let go, the grace of devotion that exists without glory, and the ache of being left behind not because you weren't enough-but because you were everything they needed before they could stand alone. A tribute to the unseen, the unspoken, and the unthanked.

why

How I truly feel...

In morning how many of you sleep again, just to complete the dream Maybe all of you. Have you ever give thoughts to it that why you likely to live dream all over again. Let's go through my dreamy life and watch movie through a words.

"The kindest of hearts are the ones who suffer the most because they never find peace knowing that those around them are broken... " -Sometimes, you just need to destroy things to build them back again, he said. -I don't destroy ,it's not in my nature, I only build, when something is broken I fix it ,i don't break it even more,that's how I am; she answered with tears burning her eyes. -No one is as good as you.Unfortunately for you,no one takes time to appreciate your heart,you need to get over it,this is a cruel world Athena; And without another word ,he left the room leaving her facing another wave of loneliness on her own. The story is mine, don't take it or post it anywhere else without my consent! Thank you for understanding ,enjoy xo

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You beat me with the fists you made with your lips & the stabs in my back you made with your words. Hate isn't a word to take lightly when I say it & so I was left with a heavy heart. It's not painful to move on, because why would I want to be sheltered on someone's arms when I have the whole world in my hands. Jealousy will kill me, so why be consumed in a feeling that merely means I'm a spoiled child in my own mind when I didn't even break when he tore me to peices.

poetry and things that seems poetic (all things come from my thoughts, feelings, and memories)