Poetryprose cerita

She who daydreams as you unfold her pages, little by little.

the thoughts which never quite escaped my lips as syllables, spilling out into the silence but were kept, pursed tightly within, flowing through my veins, no verbalisation- are now being written into poetical prose.

hymn for the hungry, a gospel written in gasoline and teeth.

I sit here in silence with no reason left to care. A life not worth living,I swear.

The quiet, hidden stories and emotions woven into the fabric as if the loom itself is softly speaking. She walks through life with quiet grace, collecting little things that carry meaning only she understands. But when she steps into Noor Fabric, a shop glowing with secrets, she meets a boy who changes everything. Together, they discover that the loom is more than threads and cloth - it is a keeper of whispers, weaving love, sorrow, and destiny into patterns unseen. Whispers of the Loom is a lyrical tale of mystery and connection, where fabric becomes memory and two lives intertwine in ways they never imagined.

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Streamline Poetry

A quiet corner I return to, where I write the pieces of my life.The ones I love, the days that pass through me, and the emotions I try to understand. My sanctuary for words. ✍️

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚. 𝑺𝒐 𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒊 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍.

A voice in a world that seeks to silence.

After losing the boy he loved, Noctis is left with nothing but grief and a harp that remembers every sorrowful note. Haunted by memory and dragged into war, he survives when he no longer wishes to. In the hospital, he meets a nurse who already knows his music, his past, and the love that once consumed him. She loved him from a distance long before he ever knew her name-and never interfered with the love he had before. As grief tightens and quiet devotion lingers, Noctis is forced to choose between honoring the dead... or daring to live for the living

Life never comes with instructions. It never pauses to tell us when a chapter is ending, and it never warns us when a new one begins. We grow through moments we don't understand, through heartbreaks we think we won't survive, and through decisions we never felt ready to make. As children, we only wished for the future. As adults, we quietly mourn the past. Somewhere in between, we forget that life was never meant to be rushed- it was meant to be lived. This book is not just about growing up. It's about remembering, breaking, healing, and becoming. It is about the dreams we chase, the realities we learn to face, the people who help us stand, and the quiet voice inside us that says: "Keep going. You're not done yet."

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Some people scream their pain. Some people hide it in silence. This is for the ones who smile in public and fall apart in private. A collection of thoughts, poems, and emotions from a heart learning how to breathe again.

Envy doesn't always want what you have. Sometimes, it just wants peace. These stories don't scream. They whisper. They sit quietly in your chest and breathe hurt into the silence. If you've ever been broken, you'll recognize the pieces.

She didn't speak often, but her silence carried stories. In study, in hunger, in memory and voice- she found pieces of herself stitched into metaphors. She Was Made of Metaphors is a collection of short stories that bloom in quiet places- in the warmth of a father's voice, the ache of forgotten food, the weight of words that linger too long. If you've ever listened too deeply, missed something too invisible, or felt too much for this loud world- these pages were waiting for you. - written by Nairü

I've discovered a love for sonnets due to my AP English Literature and Composition class, so I began writing sonnets about people, places, and things. These are a collection of sonnets, as well as generally poetic musings that follow my thoughts.

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