Poetric verhalen

Our sight is the most perfect and most delightful of all our senses. Do not close your eyes. Damien, a young orphan, is haunted by the ghosts of his painful past-loss, betrayal, and neglect. Struggling with depression and aggression, he feels trapped in a cycle of despair, unable to find peace. His life seems like a never-ending nightmare. Then he meets Alice. Bright and compassionate, she seems like a healing light in Damien's dark world. Her presence brings him a sense of calm, something he's never known. Yet, Damien remains torn. Is he truly healing, or is he simply clinging to her out of desperation? He wonders if relying on a relationship to fix himself will only lead to more pain. As their connection deepens, Damien must face his fears and decide if love can truly save him, or if he must learn to heal on his own before it's too late.

My thoughts are unfiltered like an ocean; some words are unexplainable, and like life, my words come from somewhere. A journey, a lesson, a heartbreak, and everything in between.

It's a short story.

Before sleep, i want to tell you about my day , and my night. No Frankenstein indeed, so you don't need to be scared.

gonna post the chapters late bc of school :))

A robot struggles to understand strange new feelings he gets when encountering a peculiar human who likes his art.

Elara knew two things: she was in love with Kai Winters, and she was running out of time. But when the one person you want to hold onto is the one you're pushing away... how do you say goodbye before you're even gone?

a penny of my thoughts; a exchange of words. me being myself and saying a few things. i may talk about certain topics or themes. multiple chapters + more being added.. enjoy my poetry.

This poem is meant for your enjoyment and your relaxation... So sit back, relax and enjoy! ;)

Sometimes all we need is peace and some happiness.

[DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE] 'The crisp of yesterday thoughts eventually burrowed inside thy hollow mind.' Disoriented, Arno struggles to find 'paradise.' A lonesome voice from a crystal he previously had found burried-shivering inside its dense shell-repeating the phrases; 'Open one's heart, Guided by the light, Shall reach the welcoming hearth, He who follows the path..' In a decimated world he now walks in, he shall now traverse through the darkest plains of burnt civilizations, through the highest peaks of the mountains of ashes, through the deep waters of oceans and oceans of disappointments, and through the sordid past of the old Arno he used to know.

Sayings.