Monotony cerita

I will base this story loosely off of events that I have been a part of

A bored man copes with a rough breakup.

"It's so....mundane. Like the background hum of uv lights. Like the colours of an after image. Like the endless monotony of toiling days before and ahead." ------------------------------------- Ivett is a vampire who has existed for centuries, watching as civilisations rise and fall and oppression change to open arms. A day is but a fleeting memory and time is her most valuable tool, yet the burden of relentless similarity is heavy. Humans don't change a great deal and neither does life. Will anything cement her back into reality, or will she forever feel like a fading observer? ------------------------------------- Hi everyone! This book is for the most part a writing exercise for me. I have other more complex stories I want to write so I thought I'd be best to start here and practice. It won't be perfect and it's open to constructive criticism. That being said I hope you'll still enjoy it!.....otherwise I'll have even more practice to do 😶

en la siguiente historia veremos la monotonía que nos puede ofrecer hacer practicas con el sena y tu con vacciones

Poem of my existence, boredom and feeling stuck!

"What's up with her?" A woman whispers to another behind her back while looking at her, "I don't know. Why is she still sewing? She's so weird." 481. They left the sewing room, and headed up the stairs. A flickering yellow table light shone just enough for her to see the fabric. 482. She kept sewing into the night, pushing the fabric back and forth.

My challenge to you is to read my poems and find your own meanings Votes and comments are very much appreciated:)

All about dealing with what life throws at you I guess...

This poem titled "The Changing Seasons " is an original creation by 'Ibtesam Firdausi'. Any coincidental resemblance to actual occurrences is purely unintended, for this poem embodies my personal perception.

Understanding the Human Condition. Guided by the desires of the soul, Bonded to the choices of the flesh, Tethered to the turmoil of the heart. Take a look at your world through the lens of someone who sees things, a little bit differently.

A poem about boredom

According to google, wattpad is a blog. So here we are, enjoy.

A collection of short stories that deal with loss, and acceptance of loss, in some form or another. This is not a complete collection, and I will try to update as frequently as I am able to. Some stories may contain strong language, or themes. Nothing over abundant, but I figured I should give a disclaimer just in case. Enjoy the reads and do not forget to vote and comment on your favorites, and any feedback is also greatly appreciated!

TBD

As we keep functioning to survive, we forget to take a moment, look around life and finally "breathe" in awe of its beauty. Seems like we all secretly crave for time to pause!

dumping zone for journal entries and prose I write when I'm sleep deprived and or high :)

You might not like this. A collection, in no certain order. I write poetry to unravel the mystery of my own mind, maybe yours as well. I listen to rap while eating cashews. I wear owl earrings while dappling in misadventure, and that has everything to do with what's posted here. These are written through a "valencia" filter. Thanks for reading!

I'm tired

A familiar space.