Истории Humanrelationships

Nature, Relationships, Pagan, Random Thoughts. I have thought about if I should publishing my Poems and where to do that. I'm none the wiser, but I'm just gonna start. Have fun reading. I'm Addi/mauerhocker, a teenager from Germany, who likes to put my german and english teachers through reading my poetry for feedback. Expect leftism, nature scenes, mythology and romantic inspired poems.

a smol collection of slice-of-life stories that I wrote >< it's just random stories of I've thought of, so I won't add stuff too often just occasional bursts of inspiration and motivation #123 in amateur (23.09.2023) #16 in amateur (04.10.2023) **I highly recommend not reading the author's notes (in ch 4). if you're curious, it's just me ranting and venting about stuff. simply put: it's messy.

The city seemed cold It just had nothing to offer But as the city grew old It got a little bit better If I had been told A year ago that I'd love her I would have laughed I would've said something bitter But the city now holds A little bit of my heart and soul ____ This is an experimental daily poetry exercice. To remind all of us that every single day comes with its dose of feelings. Even one sentence can be enough to remind ourselves we have a heart, and so does everyone else. So every day I will share a few words about a face that I encountered in the cold city of Paris. I will let this book be an eternal tribune to those faces I will never see again, yet I don't want to forget.

A young boy was found in the snow. The scavenger party risked everything taking him back. They had questions for him: Where did he come from? How did he survive in the snow? But most importantly: Whose blood was he covered in? There was no way he could have survived laying in the snow with the clothes he was wearing. And he had no injuries to bleed from, so the blood couldn't be his. But he remembered nothing about his past. Nothing but his name.

A story about lights that don't go out, they just learn to hurt in silence. Between rain, aimless runs, and feelings no one knows how to name, someone tries to keep shining while everything around them grows too heavy. It's not about happy endings. It's about staying, even when staying hurts. LightBrush | Romance | Angst | Hurt/Comfort | Slow Healing • Inspired by Inanimate Insanity