Prosecollection Stories

the tight bundle of knots in my chest as constant as the moon. feb 2026-ongoing. poems from my journal about surviving my memories. highest rankings #1 in coping 3/11/26 #1 in religioustrauma 3/12/26

a compilation of untold words from an empy soul.

Prose Collection

"She gazed in wonder at the worlds she created within her mind" This book serves as a written archive of my own Instagram poems. Feel free to visit my page over there and drop a like. If you feel more comfortable here that's fine too. You can find my Instagram @lexireed.quotes for poems and quotes I hope you feel at home with the words written here.

"I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life. And not, when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived." anemoia - nostalgia for a time never known. a time never experienced, but desperately wished for. And within such peaceful yet part hectic moments, a surge of words is felt. So sudden that I find that there is nothing to do but to set them all free. • 1st runner up in Poetry of the Creory Awards

Basically just a collection of proses and poems I write and feel like writing over time I.e. a collection of short stories and poems Loosely based off of true stories unless specified otherwise

you must forget your dreams when they tear a city apart. for not just the city was broken: so was my heart. note: this is "wonderland" part 2. to read "wonderland", just check out my profile. dont worry, "wonderland" is a very quick read.

Snippets I wrote that never evolved into full stories or became a short story. Cover made from canva template:))

The almosts, the maybes, the never-weres. All the love held but never kept- The skies that don't keep stars.

poetry, prose, short story, and essay collection ••• "get your rest. enjoy your break. this is the time for you to loll. splurge yourself. you have earned it after all. together, regardless of what the clock says, may we call it a day..." ••• (important note: this collection is from my school's particular club's folio. the purpose of creating this book is to share the creativeness and imaginative minds of my fellow schoolmates.)

This is pulp poetry. This is the poems your mother hides away from you but opens up in her spare time and cries to. This is the poetry your bastard lover wrote about you but never had the courage to send. This is all the words I could have would have should have said. If only I'd had more nerve, if only I'd wanted to tear myself apart.

vintage papers inside a bottle that has been washed away by the waves of memories, letters never sent.

A collection of my prose and poetry drafts, now finally being unfolded.

A collection of proses that are inspired from songs

A collection of poetry and prose that have been written in the light of 2 AM.

you crumbled alone. ©reephoria / completed

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

A compilation of poetry and prose I have written over the years. I hope to improve as time goes on ✨