Prose Stories

❝That's the thing about scars: they ought to be burned in the sun.❞ || a shoebox of letters and a slice of dead sunlight ||

A proof of his heartbeat.

journal // poetry maybe to get it all off my chest, letting go is what i need to learn. here is me trying to take off every bit of weight on me *** language : english s...

The Forsaken Pen A teenage girl, standing at the threshold of adulthood, turns to her pen as a refuge. In the whirlwind of school days, fleeting connections, and quiet m...

Short prose essay about love and jealousy.

It's ironic yet unsettling to realize that people often feel most alive in moments of pain. We become acutely aware of our hearts breaking, our eyes swollen, our lips ch...

Nightfall Poets

"It is not difficult to see why I should covet such a person, so full of pulchritude and sorrows." This is a collection of poems (typically love poems) that I'...

A collection that captures the delicate dance between longing for love, embracing life's journey, and striving to meet personal standards. These poems explore the quiet...

Poems, thoughts and ramblings penned for the first draft of my selected works collection. Trigger warnings inside.

I John‬ ‭4:19‬ ‭NKJV‬‬ [19] We love Him because He first loved us. ---- Freedom and happiness can't be found; life is always focusing on the wants of the world. The soul...

Monachopsis /mon-uh-kop-sis/ n. The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach, lumbering and clumsy, h...

a bunch of prose and poems I wrote.

[POETRY] I think a lot, as the rest of the world does. Sometimes my thoughts do make sense, but most of the time they are too much for me to make any sense. When I can...

here is a collection of experimental poems. i am fascinated by the way words taste and feel, but i am still trying to find my voice as a writer. i have been trying for...

More poetry, because it never stops. Support my patreon? ♡ Patreon.com/outoflizworld

Reminiscing the emotions and memories

As these pillars of time hold up memories of the sun, I lay my soul bare before divinity, and await my Greek tragedy.

a collection of tales spun from here to there, between time, and all the threads that tangle around them.

Words made to enthrall; In each and every single moment, You are there through it all; Laughs, smiles, and tears resonant.