Historias de Reminiscence

My first original prose collection with a nice playlist, compiled with my favorite poems. life, friendship, heartbreak, insecurity, love, dreams, hope, music and reminiscence tangled and treaded in my thoughts... Hope u'll enjoy it, constructive criticism and comments are hugely appreciated.

A combination of all the popular stories and ideas for MHA fanfics in one giant story

A. Ton. Of. Random. Poems. Just warning you. The poem that inspired the title of this book: Tears of the Rose A rose Is a prickly thing Armed with barbed thorns Stinging like thousands of merciless Bees that hover protectively Over their prize. Roses are arrogant too Blooming lushly a royal red Soft petals begging to be touched Beauty lures the naive into a trap And the gullible pull away With a bleeding finger Red like the rose Yet this cunning flower weeps Petals, falling like leaves Red tears sweeping the ground It curls into itself Curved claws clutching A shell of its former beauty It weeps for love For those who see it do not love But are infatuated Poisoned scent of honey Only lure victims into a trap Of their own making The poor rose It never meant to make thee And all the other broken hearted Lovers so downcast Yet now it continues to weep Falling petals Tears of the Rose Scattering carelessly On the ground The red withers into black No more shall beauty deceive But now all shall see it true Beauty in its purest form: decay Ranks: #902 in Poetry 2017

5:25 AM I am hopelessly alone on a rock solid bed with nothing but a beaten up pillow-pet for support. I feel great though. Like I finally got a canvas and paints to do something when I'm feeling impossible. I love feeling impossible. I feel reckless.

When Arun returns back to his wife Aziza, after an estrangement of three long years, he discovers that she has a son by him, Ayaan. He also has to bear the brunt of her anger and repulsion towards him, that has replaced her warmth since he abandoned her. Will they be reunited?

A story about the past events of an old man and his beautiful wife.

Well, this is my first real attempt at a book on any platform. So I went ahead and included a poem which might appeal to almost anyone and that too in any mood. I simply wish to rejuvenate someone or alleviate their feelings. On the contrary, if you want to simply read it, then too, it shall suffice. My only addiction is the beauty of the words in the English language. Their recondite nature just teases me to explore that much deeper. Let's see what treasure trove they hold. These are simply my quotidian thoughts. Hope you guys enjoy them. PS: I will keep updating this frequently :D

Lust is a dangerous substratum of love

(Originally posted on AKB809) Written back in 2022, this short story tells about New Kids On The Block member Joey McIntyre reminiscing while watching his son Griffin perform during the Mixtape Tour.

A year ago, I attended a Poetry Jam and that's when my life changed for the better. I now love poetry more than anything else in this world. Inside this book are some of the poems I've written. Enjoy!

Spokenword

A few words describing one of the many times my dad has unwittingly said something so insightful that it has shaped the way I perceive my life and the world around me :)

Winnie is a young girl with a horrible history. Throughout this story, from her point of view, she remembers all about what happened whilst on a walk to her local quarry. She remembers all about what used to happen there and how it all of a sudden changed one day. Whilst reminiscing about the old times, she gets an unexpected surprise. But is it real or is her damaged and hurt brain just messing with her? Find out with my first short story posted on Wattpad.

A Collection Of Reminiscence. © 2015

I daydream a lot. Today I woke up from my daydreaming, in an instant with massive anxiety. I was anxious about all the lives I hadn't lived in my childhood. So scared of losing.. and afraid of looking back on all the lives I could have lived.

In the motions words still my frenzy. In the silence they learn to breathe. When I lose them I lose my footing; when I find them, I find I'm free. A collection of personal poems. This will be updated as I write, which will unfortunately be extremely sporadic :)

(TO FINALLY DUOLOGY #2) Their complicated situation that they lead them in suffer. How can she stand up for herself? Is she authorized to this? She must be strong enough for herself and her love at the same time. But who is she going to choose? They needed to get away from their evil Auntie Clara's stranglehold on them, so she dug through all she had done before that had led her here... suffer as well. How will she be capable of overcoming Clara and withdraw their company?

Don't you remember? Nights that seemed to go on forever, and us, laying under the stars, whispering out wishes up to them only to have them spit our wishes right back at us. Don't you remember? You, eating muffins; and me, sipping on a glass of lemonade, back when things were good, when summers were beautiful and lasted a century and winters were bitter and pretty and went on for decades.

This book is no ordinary book... No no no no... This is the painfully large compilation of all the pain, anxiety, stress, and anger that most dis-functional teens will know all too well. Just for your added benefit, there are some poetic fails added in for you too laugh at with all your pent up scorn, because why not?

Recently, Charlene and her son, Donovan, received the tragic news that Luke, a loving father and husband, died in a car accident. But one day when Donovan falls asleep, Luke's spirit pays a visit in his son's dream.