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Not every wound bleeds. Some of them wake up with you every morning. Blooming Through the Ache is a collection of poems for those who learned how to survive before they ever learned how to live. These verses sit in the heaviness of ordinary days-the exhaustion that lingers after sleep, the dreams postponed by responsibility, the quiet ache of feeling detached from your own life. This book is not about healing overnight. It is about waking up anyway. About carrying pain without being consumed by it. About growing in places where light rarely reaches. Written for anyone who feels worn down, unseen, or stuck in a life that doesn't quite feel like theirs, these poems offer companionship rather than answers. A reminder that even in the deepest ache, something within you is still breathing, still resisting, still becoming. This is for the tired hearts. The silent fighters. The ones who blooms, even when it hurt.

To everyone who is reading this , Firstly thank you for your time and trying my story to read , and secondly my English is not good and I'm sorry for that , to prove that I'm not using any AI tool to write this Description .And yes I used AI to improvise and remove my mistakes So that you guys can read and understand it ;) . One of the key points of the story is, this my Real life story and yes I'm not someone special or want to become special . I'm posting this because I want to introduce myself to the world . And once again Thank you for reading this and please share your thoughts and feedback after reading this.

"Petals of Dusk" is a collection of delicate, melancholic verses that drift like twilight petals through the soul. Each poem whispers secrets of sorrow, longing, and quiet heartbreak-words unspoken, emotions hidden in the fading light. With soft imagery and raw emotion, this poetry invites the reader to lose themselves in the stillness between day and night, where silence says everything. HS.

Feeling alone, broken, sad, but still smiling... Then "someone" came. Broken pieces came together , sadness turned to happiness. Ever had such a "Someone" ?

"Hi! How are you?"- I wonder how hard it is to ask... ♥

She didn't speak often, but her silence carried stories. In study, in hunger, in memory and voice- she found pieces of herself stitched into metaphors. She Was Made of Metaphors is a collection of short stories that bloom in quiet places- in the warmth of a father's voice, the ache of forgotten food, the weight of words that linger too long. If you've ever listened too deeply, missed something too invisible, or felt too much for this loud world- these pages were waiting for you. - written by Nairü

All the things I write about on my notes app lol Mainly poetry and thoughts But all the fun

I'm not waiting anymore, but I'm still standing where you left me. A raw, emotional monologue of a soul stuck in the ruins of the past - haunted by love, guilt, and memories that refuse to fade. This is not just a poem, it's a cry from the station of sorrowness - where healing feels like a distant train that never arrives.

A collection of poems that never made it into my books. Not because they weren't good enough but because they never found where they belonged.

This will just be random poems I make or sometimes little songs. I'll try to update it at least once a week.

Step into a realm where the air tastes of rust and roses, where the veil splits and something ancient exhales. The Dark Decadent Collection is not a book-it is a summoning. Each poem drips red with want, etched from bone and memory, pulled from the throat of grief, lust, betrayal, and death. These are not verses for the faint. These are spellworks soaked in grave dirt and dream smoke, born of southern altars and stained hands. You will not skim these pages-you will feel them. In your teeth. In your gut. Each stanza pulls something forward: a spirit, a shadow, a truth you've buried under politeness and pain. Magic curls between the lines. Fire hisses under every word. This is hoodoo pressed into paper, sorrow carved into ink. If you've ever stood before your altar with salt-stung eyes... If your hips have ever moved to music no one else could hear... If you've ever kissed someone you knew would ruin you- This book knows your name. Open it, and bleed beautifully. Now, I ask of you three wishes to be granted: 1. Vote 2. Comment 3. Share with your family and friends. Thank you! Talk to you soon.

Just random thoughts being told in words. I have lots of friends, but there's no one I could share my thoughts with. This is just all about the feelings I kept and the thoughts that I really anticipate to share. Will you thread the words being sewn together that tells all about what I'm thinking? DISCLAIMER: This story is written in TagLish. A language mixed with Tagalog and English. This story may also contain psychological content. Please read at your own risk.

Sometimes it's all bleak. An imagery I see after watching a horror.

Some thoughts are better left unsaid, Some feelings better left hidden... Some scars are better left unknown, Some views better left unseen. This is what the society believes in, this shit is what has led to the creation of a world of depressed souls. The ideology that all imperfections must be hidden, is the reason for all the strife. Poets were originally a group of people who were enlightened before all others, and since I am one, I'd like to oppose this way of thinking. This book contains some poems or thoughts which were born in my mind unbeknownst of their future. They are based on either real happenings or maybe just my imaginations. All the content is written by me. WARNING: You are about to enter the mind of a completely demented teenager, think twice before entering. #grandcafecommunity #WiniAwards #TEA2020 #thecrystallineawards

Sitting and observing, seeing and hearing, noticing but not judging. These are my observations.

Creepy, lonely, bleeding, numb, lost, a victim- but anyways... I'm fine.

Some thoughts are too loud to ignore but too quiet to be heard. So here they are-scattered, raw, and maybe a little dramatic. If you relate, congratulations, you're overthinking again. If you don't, well... enjoy the chaos anyway. But.. If you're here to feel something, well... welcome to the mess. </3 (I will try to publish my proses here often, not regularly)

Book of Thoughts. Written by Chima Confidence Onyedikachi

Welcome to a world of unsent messages and unspoken truths. Ever wrote a heartfelt message but didn't hit send? Those moments when we're afraid they won't understand, or we're just not that brave. This is a collection of those unsent messages - maybe you'll see a bit of yourself in them. Images sourced from Google and Pinterest.