Proses Stories

j'étale seulement des trucs sales quand je vais mal quand je ravale parce que ça se recrache. un rantbook ?

❝Although it's wordless, it's meaning is invaluable. Isn't God's scenario full of surprises?❞ -*- Kanaya Heera, Brissa's proud high-achieving student, is a 16-year-old teenager undergoing a test of her feelings. Her religious teachings clearly forbid approaching adultery. Therefore, even dating before marriage must be avoided. But what if after decades of living in the love of family and religion, she falls in love with a fine adolescent? Faced with choosing the object of love or the creator of feelings. Would Kanaya overcome this? Or will she become more entangled in the mud that continues drag her down? *** An english version of "Babak Baru".

An epistolary composed of unspoken letters and proses. --- Written in English. Date Started: June 08, 2022 Date Ended: December 22, 2023 I do not own any materials used in the book cover. Credits to the rightful owners.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡?

As I write this, I'm sitting at my corner desk. A warm light and a hazy but cozy music repeats itself. In a frantic that I might not be able to remember verses that make you, I jot this down. Ultimately, I want my thoughts of you to be tucked away somewhere far, somewhere safe. Like a dusty old book at the top shelf in a lonely library. I know you'll be out there somewhere, and when I long for you, I'll reach out to this, these verses that poured out of me, for you. I'm no poet. I'm no artist. But from my depths, you, you alone pulled out these words. I've left mistakes uncorrected, verses raw, for in this plentiful universe, only you remain flawless. Words that hurt. Words that healed. Words that filled.

a word, a prose, a day, a mounth. proses written by Waytt River on the words given by the Inktober 2024.

Collection of the poems I wrote, the wordy version of my abstract feelings. English and Bahasa Indonesia.

༄⛧˚☽˚breathing in the memories, breathing out the reveries ˚☽˚⛧ ༄

a compilation of prose and poetries, written by feria.

Setiap orang punya cara dan proses yang berbeda untuk menjadi lebih baik. Step by step. Walaupun perlahan namun pasti. Tidak ada yang instan di dunia ini. Walaupun aku yang dulu pernah dan terlalu mudah di dekati oleh para pria, terlambat menyadari bahwa menutup aurat merupakan kewajiban, tetapi aku tetap percaya bahwa Allah 'Azza wa Jalla akan mengampuni dan selalu membuka pintu maaf untukku dan untuk kalian yang ingin berhijrah. Ingatlah setiap manusia selalu berbuat dosa, dan sebaik-baiknya manusia ialah ia yang selalu meminta ampun pada Allah 'Azza wa Jalla. Untuk teman-teman yang berusaha untuk berhijrah, ayo sama-sama kita bangkit dan berlari demi akhirat yang akan menanti kita. Kita tidak akan tahu, apakah detik ini, menit ini, jam ini, besok, lusa, atau tahun depan kita akan menghadap Allah dan mempertanggungjawabkan segala sesuatu yang kita perbuat di dunia. Bila kita baik, maka baik pula amal kita. Bila kita jahat dan tidak mau bertaubat, maka Neraka tempatnya. Selalu ingat teman, bahwa surga dan kenikmatan tidak didapatkan dengan cara mudah. Semuanya butuh proses. Jatuh bangun yang kita lewati hari ini kelak akan membuahkan hasil yang tidak di sangka-sangka. Ingatlah bahwa yang namanya ujian tidak ada yang mudah. Seperti ujian disekolah. Oleh karenanya, bacalah dengan saksama cerita ini. Ingat, bahwa cerita ini merupakan 'proses' hijrah seorang anak muda. Semoga kita semua bisa segera mendapatkan hidayah.

compilation of freeform proses and snippets pop up out of pen and brush. Feel free to critique or comment on it. :)

Peek inside my capricious mind full of untold words and metaphors hidden inside this book of poetry. Share me your own description of art, and mine was how art truly works with perfection on every ripped part of your imperfections and flaws with your different angles nor aspects, mold and fit into places-but I'll only answer honestly, "you're an example of an indeed art." | Poetry | Proses

We know this world was cruel and betrayal, but one thing that cannot been erase the words of tragic that keep always happen in every life, and everytime. do you want to feel that way, or you should do the right things for your own good. hope you support this poetry, thank you.

journal // poetry freeing myself of sadness one word at a time. *** language : english status : completed 2 of 12, 2026

journal // poetry these words are every thought in my head. sad, happy, living, dying, crying. *** language : english status : completed 7 of 12, 2023