Rhythms Histoires

Also altered the chapter order here so u can just keep reading without the extra chapters . If you want, pls tell if there are characters u know who have the same name :)) ♡ What I mean is what they are usually called by/mostly first name- Example, Megurine Luka is Luka

The morning chores followed the same pattern they always had. Four strikes of the hoe into the dry earth. Four steps forward. Repeat until the row was finished. Oscar Pine had learned this rhythm from his aunt, who had learned it from her father, who had learned it from his father before him. The Folk-Square style was honest work, nothing fancy, just the steady pulse of survival.

This is for everyone who's healing from love. If you find yourself suffering from heartbreak, loss of a loved one, grief, a situationship or trying to get over someone, this is for you. I hope you can find a little bit of peace in these poems . <3

In the silent reaches of space, the Silent Nebula-a force that feeds on "empty noise" and emotional numbness-has begun stealing the "Heart Melodies" of Earth's inhabitants. When a person's melody is stolen, they become indifferent and lose their passion. To save the harmony of the universe, the Fairy Prince from the Planet Symphony arrives on Earth to find the legendary Star Conductors-the PreCure.

To Liam and to all the people who broke me down.

- completed {Wattpad's featured poetry} ❝ 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 ❞ ̶̶̶̶ ̶ «̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶　　　❥　　　 ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ • a collection of prose and poetry for all the broken souls out there • [HR- #18 in poetry] ────── ⊰ Started: 08/05/2018 Ended: 31/08/2022 © Desolate Nights by PoeticRin. All rights reserved.

I religiously search for new rhymes in the day, but they only ever come running to me at night. Mostly writing about love, sometimes about the joys and pains of my foolish way of life. Always in structured rhyme, I like it old school. I started my poet career when I was 15, selling personalised poems on discord for some video game's virtual currency (or free of charge, of course, when it was for a girl I liked). Now almost 10 years later I feel the need to share again, thought I'm not sure a similar scheme would work, so here I am. Just for the sake of sharing this time. This is a compilation of all the poems I write in English (a first!), I will add them on as I enter them in allpoetry as well. You can consult my profile there: https://allpoetry.com/Pablo_Fernandez I don't mind at all constructive criticism and correction on grammar mistakes, this is not my first language.

Sixteen-year-old Lila Harrington is flawless, disciplined, and alone a rhythmic gymnast admired by her city but known by no one. On a snowy Canadian evening, a curious boy appears, and her perfectly controlled world is disrupted by the first pull of love.

A sequel to the first book of poems I made.

Poetry for all of the ones with bright hearts and dark souls

There are certain moments... certain times... certain people... who could pull out certain emotions from our heart and also from the soul. Just those random thoughts... From our own spontaneity.

his cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐ Poetry written from the bottom of my soul and heart. Please do read, and i hope you enjoy ♥ ⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐◾⭐

words weaved upon the art of beautiful thinking

To think a thought, And a line a day. The joy that can be brought By the words I say.

[ Not really a request, but I wrote this for my friend Pretty-Rhythm. It's Canada x OC.. Don't like, don't read! ]

The wanderings of a nameless soul.

Begging won't work, it only brings him more satisfaction. Crying will only prolong your life in the slightest, but at that point you'll wish you were dead. Being quiet only makes him know you're trying to be strong, though you're failing and you both know it. Nothing ever works, in this house of madness. Once you've stumbled upon the door step, you'll wish you had listened to the saying "curiosity killed the cat". Because in this house, you're the cat, also known as his prey. You'll never leave, never escape. Few make it past midnight, even less make it pass 2:00 a.m. Almost no one makes it past 4:00 a.m., and no one, has made it to the morning.

It's all in the title! ( Please remember that most of these are not mine; some might be though!)

(\_/) (•.• ) /~~\ ❤ ~~~~~ Through the ink on these pages, i paint the canvas of my heart! The collection of my poems, shayaris and random thoughts...🍁 •••••••••

Poems about life, love, wisdom, nature, and... pleasant evenings! Enjoy!