Hollowness Stories

The world of scars, Of dread and shards, Of broken dreams and hearts, Form poetry so dark. Mysterious ways of the world, Humans cruelty, and loss, Will this ever stop? Will the pain and voidness go on? Hatred, anger, guilt, and pain, Bring voices whispering ruination to minds, Only the people who saw through those blinds, Will understand these poems lines. [These are my collection of poetries about the dark side of life. None of these poems are allowed to be copied without my permission. Read with caution.] By: N. I. Black

Livvy, a vision of flawless beauty, lives a life meticulously curated for the world's admiration, yet beneath the shimmering surface lies a devastating emptiness. Trapped in a gilded cage of perfection, she navigates high-profile galas and social media's relentless gaze, her perfect facade concealing a profound inner turmoil. When a chance encounter with a brooding artist in a moonlit garden leads to a shocking act of violence, Livvy's carefully constructed world shatters, forcing her to confront the lies she's built around herself and unravel a deadly mystery that threatens to expose the darkness lurking beneath her perfect smile.

As the title describes The feelings that aren't heeling

I was a happy, normal, upbeat child who had every reason to smile. I never expected what came my way, I was not prepared. My mental illness came crashing down on me like a wave, and when I finally found air again another wave would come pulling me back under. I battle a mental illness, and I always will. Keeping it to myself won't help anyone, so here I am. Sharing my story, so that I can help others.

I have this other side within me, He is a monster called depression. What's it is like to have a depression? Are you curious? This is a true story of mine, And how my life before and after I got my depression. This is my free book, So don't expect, I just wrote what I want, This book would be my diary, Diary for depression.

"Our destiny is a feather and we are the wind that makes it fly forward. Our actions and the decisions we make create the wind that carries our destiny, our future forward. If people could understand this, they would create a wind so strong that it could carry our miserable world forward. Forward to a better outcome."

Stella the girl who everyone sees but she sees only one.... A soul that entangles with hers that creates an electric static that no force can comprehend. Stella the soul who has questions but no one to answer them, the girl who is tired of life but suddenly found her chance. Was this fate telling her go for it... Grab it with both hands and run for it???? Will Stella succeed in finding her true self are will she lose sight of her LIFE and FORGET??

A hollow girl, broken for sure, is changed by the voice of a tall red-headed that goes by the name George Weasley. Swayed by his sing-songy voice, swept off her feet at the stares from his golden-brown eyes. Had this girl been changed by a boy? ~ DRAFT ~ ~ Story details updated each chapter ~ ~ Love story ~

judging is a harmful act, full of sadness and bitterness . sometimes it can proves you right and sometimes it can destroy and ruin everything ask me cause I know better and I learned it the hard way this story is not about love or romance no it's about how a whole person's life crumbled down because of acts of hatred and possessiveness and sadly this person is me

/An abyss/

Could the same kiss be interpreted in very different ways by the two people involved? When the one is looking for revenge and the other for his long lost love, perspectives are colliding and all you are left with is... hollowness.

These poems are the thoughts from within my Heart.. "Just keep flowing..You'll feel countless things, You'll wash over them. You'll mix with them, And one day discover the Richness inside.. And maybe some day, You might just find your destination."

"Residual" captures the ache of unresolved emotions and the quiet chaos of inner turmoil. It navigates through themes of disappointment, suppressed anger, and the silent battles we wage within-ultimately questioning the very essence of existence amid emotional debris.