Poemscollection Stories

These are the letters, I wrote beneath the moonlight, the words I never dared to send, to the one who will never read them. But still, I write. I bleed. I remember.

poetry when no sentences; life's a semicolon and this book contains no full stops; - a collection of soul scraps by irina ✨

Here are poems I collected for you, as a lousy bouquet of words, of tears and smiles, of thoughts and feelings, of yearning and resentment - I don't know if they will reach you, yet I feel like my heart and soul needed to be poured on those pieces of paper, as the selfish lament of a lonely soul.

Le monde est à nous.

The original masterpiece, the original love poems which had remained hidden since 2015

Poems Collection Jika hati yang berbicara, Kata yang menjadi perantara, Terangkai dalam bait aksara, Menuai indahnya sebuah karya.. Sebuah keindahan rasa Tentu berasal dariNya

A collection of poems about realizing that even the brightest things must eventually burn out, and learning to find the tragic beauty in that descent.

just a bunch of lil' poems

There are days when we are tired and days that we cannot carry on anymore. For those days we should look back to the good days in life. . . . This is just some random stuff to muse you when you feel weary. Bring a little smile and brighten your day. . . Writings displayed here will be work of fiction inspired by life and all my favourite things... . . . Love, Soul - Seeker.

DISCLAIMER All the pictures used as the covers of each story and of the main title are taken from Pinterest. Right of the pictures are to the true owner. A story which revolves around love, chaos, hate, breakup and love again... to live is to love....

this is a journey through the stars; a short series of ephemeral thoughts. © february 2019

I'm not especially sad when i write sad notes. It just kinda...happen. Also, all of these come from my brain so, please, ask me before using any notes. I'm inspired of everything, so if any of these resemble to some words you saw somewhere, please understand that was not intended. (P.S: excuse any typos and correct them if you want to, English isn't my maternal language. And of course, any advice is welcomed).

This is my first poetry collection...

a short collection of poems exploring brokenness; sometimes the weight of our own emotions gets too heavy. 'i know where the butterflies go, where they flutter to once they've completed their blossom...' ~votes/comments/feedback very much appreciated, tysm for reading! :) ~

My personal collection of poems and short stories.

The sun slowly faded and gave way to the dark, An unknown journey on which I must embark, It was predestined, this is the way it was meant to be all along. This is where I was meant to be, all along.

Here are some of my poems for you :) Facebook: Peyton Fissolo Twitter: @pytnfssl

Come, dear reader, step into my mind sit back and watch, how the colors dance, how the moon shines, and the sun sets, how the light spreads, and embraces the darkness, how the death kisses the life out of us, how the world sings, all, from my eye. Published intro on - 22/09/2023 15 views - 01/10/2023 20 views - 02/10/2023 50 views - 01/11/2023

【・ＣＯＭＰＬＥＴＥＤ ・】 If you look closer, you could see a lot of pain behind somebody's eyes, and notice the brokenness that is their fake smile. This poems is not for or about me, it is dedicated to helping people realize not everybody who seems happy is actually happy. Plenty of real, horrible disorders go on every day in so many people that we just over look