Sorrow Stories

(Take note that the author (me) will upload a new poem every day for twelve consecutive days until 12 poems have been uploaded, indicating the completion of the poetry series/collection 'Twelve Letters') Synopsis: Twelve Letters is a collection of confessions, memories, and goodbyes written in the quiet of nights that feel too long. Each letter is a fragment of life-small, raw, and aching-capturing moments of love lost, words unsaid, and the weight of waiting for something that never comes. Some letters are to people who are gone, some to people who never knew, and some to the writer themselves, trying to make sense of a heart that keeps breaking. The collection doesn't try to fix anything. It just holds the sadness, the awkwardness, the fleeting happiness, and the tiny sparks of hope. Through these letters, the reader walks alongside someone learning to let go, to forgive, and slowly, maybe, to heal.

Just things I wrote

Empress Aurora, exiled to a forgotten tower within a mystical forest, grapples with her past as whispers of sorrow and shadows of power lost surround her. Will she find redemption, or will the shadows consume her?

Why should you try to laugh? Why shouldnt you give up? Why shouldn't you hold grudges? Why should you try to make others happy? Why should you try to be optimistic? Why should you help others? Why should you forgive? And what have these questions to do with Gojo?

Just me trying to process some stuff. These are poems that I wrote. It's very personal stuff but I don't expect many people to even read this. I want to release my creativity whilst also going through some stuff :)

Emmeline Welson, a typical woman in her late twenties, has nothing she ever wanted or dreamed of. Life has been pushing her to her limits and she has decided there's nothing she can do about it, and just when fate had decided to rip her apart, a guy walked into her life. Andrew Jones, he's got it all. Looks, money, fame you name it. And about the time she thought everything was perfect for her Happy Ending, the world seemed to be rippled. Andrew has made a big mistake by breaking their promise. Will she forgive him? or will she plot against him? But she knows she's not ready to let him go, atleast not yet...Everyone around her keeps breaking promises made to her. Will Daniel D'Souza, her childhood bestfriend accompany her in her sorrow? Or will he break the promise too?................. Stay Tuned...✨

Sequel of - "My sticky notes are all about you" Aaheli couldn't call out Arran's name properly before. She never ever might have called him with his name. But her high school diary, half of it's page was filled with the name "Shahriar Arran, Shahriar Arran, Shahriar Arran..." Taki is in the middle right now, to forget or to forgive? Why can't do both? Does weeping help? She thinks - Most of her life has been wasted now. They say- to be known as a good person, you have to put up with unfair things_ What's the definition of being a good human? You just have to swallow everything up. Maybe a robot can do that. Years after years and after years and years and years and just years; for a pretty long amount of period. And they said family is chosen by Allah for testing us. And again they ask why they chose to take their own life. Maybe everyone has a perspective and can't blame elders, can't blame any classmates, can't blame relatives but only thyself; for losing patience, for being heart - out of control.

Rated R in the scenes where the chapter has a bow emoji in the title. WLW BASED. Avaia Villa hadn't quite known what love was. She craved it. To be felt by hands that cared more than just her body's surface, but her soul. That depth goes deeper than any hug or kiss. When popstar sensation Billie Eilish prank calls a sex hotline, in hopes of the opposite that Avaia yearned for, she finds herself captivated by Avaia's words, relieved that Avaia is not a phone sex operator because Billie found Avaia's conversation pieces to be unique, and her voice angelic. Avaia's number preceding the conversation was saved in Billie's phone as a phone sex hotline, so that Billie may call her a million times after that, until fate brought them together and they are finally destined to meet. In love and lust. On deeper levels than just sex. Phone sex. This book contains mature themes not applicable to certain audiences, so please be aware that the following love story is a soft one, that handles real-life situations and struggles of two broken souls seeking different outcomes, who become inseparable and fall in love. Status is ongoing! Standalone.

[THIS BOOK CONTAINS SIGNS OF GORE, DARK NATURE, DEATH, MENTIONS OF DEATH, MILD PROFANITY. Viewer discretion advised] [This is a prequel for Divide And Conquer] A young Thunderclan warrior, Deathpelt, is born in a blood drenched world of regret and sorrow. With a passion for succeeding her leader, she realizes it's much harder than they say. Rivaling clans create obstacles and every cat is her enemy. She meets new cats who just might betray her. Eventually, everything goes wrong and the punishes her. Deathpelt's world starts crumbling to ashes and she can't rebuild it. She's tearing herself apart. . .

Not a story,but a poem Just to express my thoughts Plz don't plagiarise

Step into a world where every tear tells a story, and every smile carries a memory. Har Ashk Ek Kahani is a collection of heartfelt tales from across the globe- stories that will make you laugh softly, smile warmly, feel deeply, and sometimes, quietly shed a tear. Let these stories wrap around you like a comforting hug, whispering the beauty of life, love, and everything in between. Come, lose yourself in a world full of stories... Presenting Har Ashk Ek Kahani.

.....closing your eyes you embrace the painful pleasure, the world feels apart, miles away from you both who were exploring eachother, breath was mixing with eachother ,your whole body felt connecting with something you unknowingly crave... " Tae ....." You breath out making him look at you , he softly touched your cheeks, " are you okay " nodding your head you pulled him down once again before attaching your lips on his .... The night change everything ,you both started craving for eachother more and more until sudden jolt hit you making your whole world stop.. " I am pregnant " He was frozen at his spot, you sniffed feeling helpless being pregnant at seventeen years old ,you were not ready for this ....Taehyung looked at you with a hard lump in his throat....

The year is 2072, and humankind has fallen to its knees as a result of its ignorance. Earth has been torn up into different towns and cities that hold at least 1 million people and now they roam the Milky Way freely. All seems well, despite the grim circumstances, but fate has yet another curve ball to throw. "Appleitis", a new and deadly disease, has taken humanity by storm - and the culprit? Human's companion for over 750,000 years - the apple. Chaos ensues everywhere, and crossing over into different cities is now strictly forbidden. But Ira, working with a classified agency, soon discovers that everything she has seen, the mass panic, the hullabaloo, is only the tip of the iceberg, and that there is a much darker scheme brewing below... *DISCLAIMER: This is the first story I've ever published, so there may be a couple of plot holes or mistakes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!* *ANOTHER DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance/reference to any person/s, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Places mentioned in this story are fictional, and should an area named in it be real, it is not on purpose.*

A young teenage girl, haunted by the memories of her father's execution, attempts to escape a cruel regime by night. A solitary woman, abandoned by her husband, inadvertently plays into the cruel hands of 'the state'. In another totalitarian regime a traffic light fixer is dealt with brutally for admiring a sunset. All these characters capture the essence of what it's like to be disempowered and cruelly dehumanised at the hands of a heinous, corrupt power. This sharp collection of pertinent short stories throws an at times uncomfortable light on cruelty, injustice and persecution that is all too relevant today. But ultimately these stories celebrate the strength and determination to survive at all costs, that exists within all of us.

What ever happened to forever? Ethan R. Watson knew the answer, though he wished every day he didn't. He broke her heart piece by piece, not out of malice, but out of a paralyzing fear of being truly known. He was the storm, and she was the light, a perfection he was terrified to lose, so he destroyed her instead. Now, she is gone. Not lost to the world, but lost to him. She is the life that should have been, a beautiful, searing memory forever locked away in the amber of his past. Love Letters to a Ghost is a collection of confessions, regrets, and penance. These are the unsent letters written in the quiet hours, the apologies that never reached their destination. Addressed to the one soul he loved more than his own life, they are hymns of sorrow sung into the silence, documenting the true, agonizing cost of self-sabotage. This is a story about the devastating truth that sometimes, the only way to save the person you love is to leave them. And sometimes, the only thing that remains of a once-in-a-lifetime love is the crushing certainty that you were the poison. You will carry this sorrow, not as a burden, but as the last, sacred relic of our bond.

The poems in this book are all about True Love which is unrecognized, which are simply put in words that deeply explain the pain of being alone without the love of the person we love.

The title. If I were to describe myself as a flower, it would be a Poppy. It usual been represented as happy but also sadness and loneliness of being trapped... it's who I am.....a lonely Poppy in a garden of other poisonous flowers.

••• This book contains my poems, spoken poetry, quotes, and many more. I am the author of this book. Please do not copy it without my permission.

I love to daydream as I'm sure all of us do. However, I keep records of my daydreams. They usually end up in my diary in form of either prose or poetry. This project, Reverie, brings together all of my poetic work from the last couple of years and all the poems I'll write afterwards too. In here you might find poems ranging from sorrow to joy, from hopefulness to cynicism and from comfortability to bone chilling horror. But all of them have something in common. Get ready for a rollercoaster of emotions and feelings! Open this book and sink into my daydreams, My Reverie.

"one must know true misery in order to exist rightfully." ••• a collection of poems written by me on suffering, loneliness, hope, grief, anger, in other words, life itself.