Истории Heavyheart

A collection of poems and quiet reflections, written in the hours when the world sleeps and the heart begins to speak louder. These pieces wander through love, pain, healing, and the emotions we carry within us-those rarely spoken, but deeply felt.

"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

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.

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.

A voice shaped by quiet resilience and unspoken strength. This piece reflects the journey of someone who gave light to others until she realized her own fire was never meant for approval, but for self-worth. It speaks of emotional endurance, hidden battles, and the silent cost of always being "the strong one." "Burn For Yourself" is not just a poem-it's a transformation. From seeking validation to embracing identity, from exhaustion to self-possession. It captures the moment a person stops performing for the world and starts existing for themselves. Raw, introspective, and empowering-this is a reminder that even the brightest flames deserve to burn on their own terms.

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

Confused

These are just some random poems I came up with at 3am....

"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.

Here we go...

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

Cover art designed by me, please do not repost.

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

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

In the tragic scene of Percy's demise, Zeus's perspective offers a glimpse into the vulnerability and sorrow that even the mightiest of gods can experience. This poignant moment serves as a testament to the power of heroism and the profound impact that one individual can have on the course of history, immortalizing Percy Jackson as a true legend in the pantheon of heroes. I do not own Percy Jackson

An inspiring poem about farewell.

How I truly feel...

I woke up at four a.m., chest hollow, trembling under a weight I didn't know I carried. My body shook before my mind could catch up. My mouth trembled. My hands shook. I couldn't speak. My mom was there in my dream. I put my hand on her chest, and she started crying. I wasn't crying. Words stuck in my throat. My brother, still alive, golden eyes shining, halfway drunk, chaos in his stance. I told him, "Calm down. He's returning. You need to collect yourself." My words barely landed. The world outside pressed in. Patterns I've known my whole life. My brother drinking alone, predictable but terrifying. My sister warning me, "Don't speak out loud," hands moving, trying to calm, trying to soothe. I trembled inside, tried to warn her, but my mouth refused. Chaos pressed in. Gunshots of tension shaking my chest. I turned to my mom again, trying to tell her the truth I had seen. My mouth would not obey. Her tears poured before mine could start. My hands shook over her chest. I woke up. I wanted to drive, beep my horn, signal clarity-but the horn didn't work. The tension lingered. The weight of what I had seen pressed heavy, unrelenting. Four a.m. The world quiet, sleeping, unaware, but my heart wide awake, pounding, trembling, alert. Some truths arrive before words exist. Some messages hit your bones before they can be spoken. Trembling truths at four a.m.-unfiltered, raw, heavy, undeniable.

A collection of unsaid thoughts of a heavy heart. *Proses*Poems* Author: AC Ramos (sayonara_chinji)

Raka Wisesa is the caretaker of a social home-a place where people come to bring stories too heavy to bear alone. Every day, he listens. Calms. Strengthens. And every day, he returns home with a smile on his face. But no one really asks how he's doing. Behind the door he always opens for others, Raka is slowly running out of space for himself. Invisible fatigue begins to accumulate. Misunderstandings emerge. Emotional boundaries are crossed. And for the first time, he questions the role he has so unwaveringly played. *Steps That Never Quiet* is a story about selfless giving-and the price often paid in silence. About genuine empathy, suppressed exhaustion, and the small courage to admit that even the seemingly strong can be fragile. A story close to real life, about humans learning to care for others without losing themselves.