Истории Melancholia

Znacie to uczucie, kiedy was najdzie ochota napisać wiersz? Nie? No cóż, ja je znam, a w sumie i publikować to można, coby czytelnicy mogli poznać coś poza moją powieścią. Wiersze poważne, ale też i fraszki, także jeśli ktoś nie lubi poezji vide Norwid czy Słowacki to i tak zapraszam

Some of the most raw and melancholic poems to read in the rain or when you just want to let go.

Unchained Mind is an introspective collection of thoughts born from personal experiences, capturing the highs and lows of life's unpredictable journey. Each piece offers a glimpse into the depths of the human soul, exploring themes of love, pain, growth, and self-discovery. With unfiltered honesty, the book challenges societal norms, questions emotions, and embraces the beauty of imperfection. It is a testament to resilience and the power of breaking free from mental and emotional chains that hold us back. Unchained Mind is not just a book-it is an invitation to think, feel, and awaken the deepest parts of oneself.

Napisane pod koniec sierpnia 2023 roku.

Melancholije to marzenie o byciu zrozumianym, wysłuchanym i pokochanym. Melancholije będą zawierać 20 moich autarkisch wierszy o miłości, tęsknocie, strachu i radości. Mam nadzieję, że odnajdziesz część siebie w moim świecie. 1. Wracam - Kilka miesięcy temu odeszła z tego świata bardzo bliska mi osoba, napisałam ten wiersz próbując poradzić sobie z żałobą.

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Living in Cartin, a small city with great wealth and old money to the East of the great kingdom of ANOZIRIA, an upper-middle class self-made CEO of the fast rising Dalton Group of Companies, ran the streets with sweet goodies from his wife's bakery, or dare he say high goodies; keeping both the young and the old of Cartin hooked on his sweets all year round and advertently gaining maximal control on the city. The quest for revenge had made John, an easy going accountant who enjoyed baking so much it led him to the open arms of his beautiful and pure hearted, freshly murdered, wife, a ravaging beast. The hospital room had been painted in her blood, with the words STAY AWAY FROM TLS, their new daughter in her orange cot at the far end of the room, wailing, and the child's grandmother crying and at the edge of almost tangible insanity. They would have to pay, by nook or by crook. Will he get burnt by the flames of his own madness or will his innocent daughter have to suffer for his uncontrollable pain?

Sorrow is out!

𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 just a collection of my terrible poems because yes I'm going to torture you like that :))) also there's a lot of death and ghost imagery so just sort of bear with me ok

I'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart and soul. My deepest wish is to share my soul with those who choose to read my verses. I chose to explain my feelings when I wrote my poems, but I'll leave the interpretation to the readers to decide how to apply it in their lives.

When most people seek happiness, others prefer misery. Lucas is one of them, a melancholic young teenager who realized that sadness is not that bad after all.

perfectly deranged poems, essays and words that come to my head (almost completely inspired by a research paper i read on lady macbeth)

nie umiem pięknie żyć

Melancholia a short poem

I overthink things, most of the time. I have many questions and I try to find an answer in my own way.