Peoms Stories

Ever wondered what it is like to ponder on impossible thoughts almost no one gets? That's a blessing and a curse. Something you possess can only be your weakness until you weaponize it. An empty brain is not the Devil's abode, for Devil was once the smartest angel. It takes brain to play tactful. Not an empty skull. "Everything has a meaning. But not everyone is sharp enough to see it." This is a poetry collection fueled by my unique thoughts on things most poeple miss. I'm not extraordinary. Just an individual who harbours and nurtures her somewhat different perception. If you enjoy cracking codes, or giving theories, then, this is the place for you. All theories are welcome as long as they are respectful. I'll post poetry with hints or clues towards the end. You guys can play detectives. The ones to crack the code, recieve a shoutout along with my loyal readers. Polite or constructive criticism is welcome as long as it's valid. I love improving. Hope you enjoy this journey of intellectual engagement. ♡♡♡ This was uploaded on wattpad. If you're reading this on sites other than wattpad, then please know that my work is being plagiarized. Read it on wattpad only.

A collection of writing shaped from the soft and bruised places of the heart, poems about love in all its forms, the ache of longing, the heat of lust, the weight of expectations, and the quiet shadows of guilt. These pieces linger in the spaces between desire and regret, tracing the moments we hold close, the ones we try to forget, and the ones that never stop echoing. It's a body of work for anyone who has felt too much, said too little, or carried feelings that refused to fade.

a collection of peoms

Book of poems of all sorts, mainly love peoms because well, I'm an absolute sweetheart ❤️ hope you enjoy. God bless you

Hold me lover like you used to, so tight I'd bruse you.. I'd bruse you, I'd bruse you, I'd bruse you too. I've got something in my EYE! (○_•)/' I'm lost (I'm found) [In youuu] ____________________________________________ The characters are not mine, I'm simply using them to make fanfiction. They belong to the author Andrzej Sapkowski.

The Strong Beautiful Emotions like the Threads of Silk woven into a marvelous Tapestry Of Poetry. Must read : Rainy Day, Hugs, Night, sweet nostalgia and His Smile This was uploaded on wattpad. If you're reading this on sites other than wattpad, then please know that my work is being plagiarized. Read it on wattpad only.

This is where I'm going to post rants, poems, short stories, and just whatever I feel like. Thanks for baring through this with me. This also might contain a reveal of my hideous face.

collection of poems from my heart

For Him: Poems about love Poems about hurting Poems about desire Poems about desperation Poems for him.

Make sure you have your tissues because you might cry

"What if there is someone admiring you, What if there is one of a few, who loves looking at you. Just secretly the way you do, what if there is someone who looks at you too!" Grey and Green signifying comfort and harmony respectively. So, get ready to explore love with the help of various emotions through this bouquet of poems and write-ups. A bunch of hope, love, happiness, longing, melancholy and everything... Grey and Green, from afar....

not relating to me in any shape or form. I don't own the cover or any of the images, credits to the artist.

The world is moving so fast and I'm afraid it's leaving without me This is my book a collection of poems of many genres but mainly about sad, and depressing shit this is how I feel about the world how I view life from my fucked up personality Hope you enjoy and relate ❤

A collection of horror, mystery, thriller and paranormal short stories and peoms. With a hint of humor and romance. Completed for now. Until another spark of the imagination.

This will be a part of me Something I usually keep hidden But I can't anymore Cause the more its all held in The more I lose my mind But I'm sure I'm already gone mad Crazy is an understatement Welcome to my mind Please put seat belts on Hands and feet stay inside at all times Don't feed the fears or thoughts And enjoy the ride..... Here comes my nightmare Alive

random poems by me aha ~Jessi

Just a book full of my poetry!