Historias de Proseandpoetry

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. 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."

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

While you're waiting for a chance at a Community Project, we here at Community Interactive like to branch out. Our origins are in contests and, at this point, we are in love with crafting and hosting these weekly bite-sized exercises. It is our passion and we are delighted to share it with you: Do you want to improve your writing skills? Do you want to take part in contests and test whether your pen is truly mightier than the sword? Do you just want to have fun and make friends? Well, in that case, this is just the place to be. This book contains contests which will help you improve and explore different facets of the craft of writing. Be it prose or poetry, we have a little bit of everything. So, hop on this bandwagon and discover this world of writing with us. Welcome to Weekly Contests!

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

in which two stars watch themselves explode Copyright 2024

compilation of what i usually write when i'm sad

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

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

naglalaman ng ingles at tagalog na kung amp ano lamang.

poetry and maybe prose about a girl i'll never reach

its all about him.

People come into your life for three reasons-to teach you a lesson, to love you, or to heal you. Sometimes one person does all three, then leaves you with yourself.

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

poems from a broken person

Where words fail, writing conquers. Where in life feelings are bottled in, they become expressed in the words inside this book. Nothing more than a small collection of poems I've written over the years.

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)

a collection of my prose and poetry, together let's sail my ocean of thoughts.

when the world is quiet and you can hear my thoughts-there'd be just your understanding, patience, and love? [COMPLETE ✔️]

20th book of poetry and prose. *** The people around me - they're voices that sing to one another, but mine? But mine is a loud silent scream. My brain working on a different frequency --- I'm so out of tune, these ears bleed.