Melancholia Stories

Refleksyjny wiersz o przemijaniu, wierze, cierpieniu i poszukiwaniu sensu. Inspiracje Hiobem, Koheletem, Leśmianem, Tetmajerem oraz twórczością Aviego splatają się w opowieść o człowieku, który próbuje odnaleźć siebie pośród ciszy lasu.

And like the phases of moon, we must go through phases of emptiness to feel full again.✨

Amid cherry blossoms gently swaying in the spring breeze, Nadine sought solace on her family's rooftop. The peaceful sky above provided a brief escape from her turbulent family life and relentless school bullying. In moments of quiet reflection, surrounded by delicate petals, Nadine faced the challenges that defined her journey.Every step forward seemed to lead her deeper into despair. Yet, a spark of determination ignited within her-a resolve to discover her true purpose and challenge the expectations imposed by her family. With a remarkable talent for mathematics, she felt pressured to follow her family's tradition of medicine, stifling her passion.As adulthood beckoned, the desire for independence clashed with the fear of forging her own path. Should she pursue her love for mathematics, breaking away from the familiar but limiting path set by her family? Amid societal norms and personal doubts, Nadine wrestled with the question of taking control of her future

A poet and a romantic- that's Nicolas de Cáceres. Nicolas, the youngest son of the de Cáceres family is an alloy of pessimism and optimism, a mixture of hope and despair. He navigates life with both courage and cowardice. He's the grey between black and white. He's a sudden rain in the midst of a sunny day. But what if life casts another stone on his already burdened heart, will he still be able to endure?

Quarter of sadness expressed in words. Read until you bleed.

"I know Knights -male or female- won't come to our rescue nor will magic be our salvation but I will fight with you. This may not be the Great War but this is OUR war and we're not going down without a fight." She felt Sinclair shake with tears of relief. The burden raised from her shoulders and shared between them. Unlike the Greek Sisyphus she will never have to carry this boulder up the hill alone. We'll make it through this, Liona thought. (Slow updates and in the process of editing)

Gdy poczujesz się smutno, pomyśl, że patrzymy w te same gwiazdy.

This is the Atlas of my soul. What's yours sound like?

Short

"and in the threshold of liminality, one does not know whether they think, or they dream..." a poetry-prose collection of beauty... and its ruins. Cover in Pinterest by Julianne Riddle

Każdy ma w sobie jakieś demony. Ja mam wilka.

A tiny poetry collection in a gigantic world of words that might be different than others.

«Time and space delusion» is a poem whose subject of enunciation wants to keep the vanity of the closest seconds of idleness, since he can't throw himself into the essence of bygone. Therefore, it is at least a search for nothing.

you're in the way i let my hair loose and wild during late night drives with no headlights, arms soaring with the wind, the sky filling with hues of scarlet; i'm living, i'm living, i'm living. ••• in which a girl runs away to find a guy who once faded away. ••• lowercase intended because i think it's ~edgy~ | occasional poetry ||

"And now I'm here To talk with you So take a seat And share your voice While I share My black and white world"

mel∙an∙chol∙y /ˈmelənˌkälē/ noun a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. synonyms: sadness, unhappiness, depression, gloom, misery, melancholia ⚑ TRIGGER WARNING ⚑ [ ethan dolan ] [ mostly real life, some texting & social media] [ sexual & domestic abuse, mental illness, assault ] [ other mature themes, no straight up smut ] [highest ranking: #11 in "melancholic"]

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