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What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now." PS. some photos used as chapter covers aren't mine. ALL CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER/S.

The book is about what it feels like to be lost and found. It contains poems and essays I have in mind about the things I've been going through the years. The book has 3 parts: beginning, middle and end. Each part contains special things in my life I've experienced and I'm very much grateful to share this little gift with you all in this holiday season. Language: English Status: Completed

[ poetry/prose ] tell me, what do you wish for? ranks: #9 in poetry

a compilation of my lame (yeeeeeeah) literary works.

prose and poetry in a slumber

Nobody who is in love should be deemed completely sad. Unreturned love is not without its rainbow. You will never give up searching for love if the people who are supposed to love you don't provide it to you. Unrequited love is, I must say, far better than true love. -- A compilation of prose and poetry from Usad, Manunulat's Weekly Writing Activity. Date Activity Posted: March 17, 2024

in which cosmos meets nostalgia, and together they discover the unknown world.

It's all about her 》》》》》》》》》》》》》》》 Written by: AngeaeLaganPalacay Published by:mishieellaxxy

❝ 𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒎 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔 , ; What is heaven to me without you ? Where on earth shall I be, if not with you ? ❝ 𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒐 , ; What does it mean to be free , If ever my soul shall begin to perish ? ❝ 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒒𝒖𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓 , ; Sanity slipping away as the seconds decrease , Evil begins to reveal , ❝ 𝑬𝒙 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒆 ! ; Forsaken by the light , When I felt nightfall's embrace .

Monachopsis : (noun) The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place. Prose & Poetry. © eujeana- # 1 in proseandpoetry # 1 in worthlessness

❝ You're dripping like a saturated sunrise You're spilling like an overflowing sink You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now i'm tearing through the pages and the ink ❞ 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 ( © gotohelldiane. )

freeverse poetry inarticulate prose consistent heartbreak the eighteenth installation...

Silence can be rather loud. I write with bruised knuckles and broken bones; a hoarse throat and unshackled lips. This is my 17th collection. A journey that started January 2021. If you're interested in reading from the beginning, here are my other collections, which were written in the following order: 1) Poetry 2) Cathartic 3) Masquerade 4) Compass 5) Reverie 6) Stars Above Me ** Floating Feathers 7) Melodies 8) Caterpillar 9) Musings 10) Stoicism 11) Chrysalis 12) Butterfly 13) Lone Wolf ** Floating Fragments 14) Scattered Shards 15) Renascence 16) Glittering Remnants

Words can plant gardens or burn whole forests down. Poems are nothing but the manifestations of how one thinks about something mixed with extraordinary emotions. Her name is The doc. She plays with words daily and gets poems out of these . She writes because it makes her feel like someone's listening. Rank: 68 #thoughtsandfeelings (20-5-20) Rank: 447 #deep (24-5-20) Rank: 419 #deep (26-5-20) Rank: 9 #thinkaboutit (25-7-20) Rank: 8 #thinkaboutit (25-1-21) Rank: 6 #thinkaboutit (28-1-21)

pieces of a puzzle i'm not sure i want to finish a messy compilation of late-night blurbs, rhythm-less poetry, and the thoughts too loud to keep inside. welcome to the pages of my mind

...words and remedy How did you ever find me?

This book is a compilation of prose and poetry. The author views "skies and fields" as a metaphor of one's ups and downs. This poet believes that even during the prettiest night sky, there were tears. The writer surmised that even in the shiniest ray of the sun, there is pain. The author presumes that even in our darkest days, there is happiness. They even believe that during our breakdowns, there is love- there is hope. Skies are not exclusive to one's ups. Fields are not exclusive to one's downs. Right in the places we will go and we have been, it is our decision what to feel, not to feel, to see, and not to see. Beauty is in the eyes of those who know poetry. Lastly, we are the one responsible what to weave on our personal tapestry called life.

This is an anthology of reflections, views and thoughts of the author through prose and poetry.

A collection of Prose inspired by love, life and everything in between.