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❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

Poetry Collection

a collection of tortured thoughts.

❛❛ To be known is to be devoured gently . . . ❜❜ A body of prose and poetry where longing, ruin, and divinity collide into one another. These pages trace the surrender of names, of selves, to forces both intimate and unknowable. This is a witness to becoming-through loss, through beauty, through the violence of being seen. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

strength taught me subservience to silence.

i think better than i write, i write better than i speak. a collection of everything that stayed-the words i rehearsed in my head but never had the courage to deliver, the versions of me that learned how to exist only in sentences, and the thoughts that refused to leave even when i tried to outgrow them. trying to make sense of my misery, to soften it, to turn it into something almost beautiful, something that doesnt hurt as much to hold

Not raining but I'm pouring. A rhythmic exploration of a moment where the internal and external blur. Is it rain, or is it a reflection or is it just an illusion? The path is clear, yet I cannot move.

what comes after the storm, the thoughts of a thoughtless mind

"For the versions of me I outgrew, feared, faked, and finally faced." 8 Letters to Myself is a collection of eight poems written as unsent letters: to the person I was, the person I am, and the people I could have been. Each piece speaks to a different self: the one I'm becoming, the one I'm afraid to become, the one I never got to be, and the one others swore I would be. It's about masks, grief, hope, and the quiet work of choosing who to keep. Short enough to read in one sitting. Honest enough to sit with you for longer. --- Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to tell myself the truth. These 8 letters started as whispers I was too scared to say out loud. Some were angry. Some were apologies. All of them were necessary. If you've ever felt split between who you were, who you are, and who you're supposed to be, this is for you. Not to fix you. Just to sit with you while you figure it out. Thank you for reading my mail. -Joy ---

Ashes and Echoes I: Unwritten Confession, the first volume of the Ashes and Echoes, is a collection of proses, poems, and short stories that delve into the quiet corners of the human heart. It speaks of heartbreak that lingers, nostalgia that clings, and the kind of sadness that doesn't always show on the surface. These are words for the unseen and unheard. For the nights spent overthinking, for the eyes that stayed dry while the heart shattered, for the confessions never spoken, and for the echoes of what was never said. This is not just a book. It is a mirror, a wound, a whisper that finally made it to the page.

Here you will find fantasy poems, poetic short stories, and fragments of myth. Some were written in the quiet spaces between novels. Some are echoes of worlds not yet born. Others were written while creating Of Demons and Men, revealing characters and moments that live between the pages of the story. These are pieces gathered from many years of writing, fragments of imagination, reflection, and myth.

🏆 SHORTLIST - OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2024 🏆 A young journalist must navigate a war-torn country and the intricacy of first love in order to save herself and her family. ⋯⋯⋯ In 2042, invaders crossed Philippine waters and marked the start of the war. Two years later, Maian Dizon, a displaced Metro Manila journalist, navigates the war-torn streets in search of a way out of the country. However, when her path crosses with Kian Lucero, a reservist medical doctor, doubts creep in. With the guilt he carries, the foreboding loss on her shoulders, and the pressing needs of her family, her calling points her back to her homeland with no promise of salvation. But the attacks crawl closer every day, and Maian must devise a plan to save the people she loves, even if it means sacrificing herself. From the award-winning author of 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘌𝘯𝘥 comes a story of love and life, and how they fade and thrive at the face of war. There is an end to peace, memory, and glory, but there are things that will live forever. We only have to find them. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2024 (First Edition) [30,000 - 35,000 words] [All graphics are made by @sardonictabby] C/TW: Some scenes in this story contain graphic physical violence, disturbing themes, or character introspection that may upset or trigger the reader. Please read at your own risk. 🏆 LONGLIST - OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2024 🏆 ROUND 2 QUALIFIER - OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2024 🏆 ROUND 1 QUALIFIER - OPEN NOVELLA CONTEST 2024

A collection of poems I wrote ages 13 to 31 that show how I grapple with neurodivergence, gender roles, and the conservative fundamentalist environment I was raised in. This is the most vulnerable work I have released to date, letting you into intimate moments of my life. I hope you enjoy poetry that I've poured my soul into over the years.

These will be my flash fiction attempts in a range of genres as the fancy strikes me. I will write them now and then just for the discipline of writing. All will be under 500 words. In a way this is also a type of poetry

Most pure ,sweet love letters to my soulmate ! It was always my dream and wish to write letters to my soulmate in my single state ,all my sweet feelings, pure faith , genuine emotions regarding him throughout my single life journey from my childhood early life till I find and marry him - what I feel about him and how special he is for me. These letters are my gift for him ,it's dedicated to him ,the one who is made for me by God , my soulmate and one day he will be my husband . . . ©Glorry Shubhashree 🍁 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Ranking Top #1 - Prosepoems Top #3 - Prose Poetry Top #3 - Dream World Top #4 - Truelove never dies Top #5 - eyho Top #8 - Wattpad poetry Top #10 - Purity Top # 13 - Serenity Top #44 - Love letters Top #153 - Journey Top #178 - Letters Top # 217- Faith Top #228- Emotions Top #256 - Beauty Top #299 - Dreams Top # 341 - Poetry Top #444 - Feelings Top #500 - Soulmate Top #536 - Truelove Top #638 - Couple Top #658 - Sweet Top # 712- Hope . .

A collection of late-night thoughts no one says out loud. Moments of fear, loneliness, overthinking, heartbreak, and the silent battles people hide behind "I'm okay." Each monologue takes you inside the mind during the darkest hours-when the world is asleep, but your thoughts are louder than ever. Raw, honest, and painfully real.

A collection of poems about a girl's experience dealing with her parents' divorce and her reflection on the past.

darling, i spew out words you have to believe.

being different is being indifferent

"If I had never known you, I would never understand kindness, nor would I comprehend strength." Between the isolation of a golden room and the rawness of an unending winter, Ancestral Tears is a poetic exploration of the persistence of memory in the face of the body's finitude. Within these verses, the lyrical self navigates the paradox of a pain that is simultaneously a burden and a gift-the inevitable price for having known the light of Solaris. A work about corroding time, transmuting love, and the eternal wait of one who chose to become rock so as not to forget all that was lived.