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I am just a teen trying to discover human emotions ......🎀❤️ Learning about people, pain, and the invisible battles we all carry....

Some feelings stay trapped inside us-not because they aren't strong, but because we don't know how to express them. This book is my attempt to free those feelings.Through letters unsent and poems whispered between the lines, I share parts of myself I couldn't convey in conversations. If you've ever felt unheard, this book is for you.

This is straight from my soul. No filters, no fake deep stuff. Just me-thinking, feeling, surviving. These are my thoughts from my journal, the days I didn't think I'd make it, the nights I cried out to God, the moments I sat in silence trying to figure out who I really am. It's my healing journey. My spiritual path. My breakdowns, my prayers, my confusion, my clarity. If you've ever felt like you were losing your mind just to find yourself- read this. It's not always pretty. But it's real. And maybe, in these words, you'll feel a little less alone too.🤍

A lyrical essay unraveling what love really means-beyond clichés, beyond movie screens, into the raw, fleeting, contradictory beauty of human connection. This is a personal reflection in 500 words, written like poetry disguised as prose.

Some poems fall like stars - 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩, 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩, 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.⊹ ࣪ ˖ This is a collection of such poems - written in the space between silence and feeling, moonlight and memory. ⋆˚✿˖° "Hoshifuru no Yugen (星降るの幽玄)" is my way of holding the beauty we can't always explain, but somehow still understand. ⟡ ݁₊ . 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Help me know you better. Midweek curiosity calls. You choose, you vote and your vote matters.

Words left unsaid, emotions buried deep, and moments that linger in the heart-this collection captures the raw beauty of love, longing, loneliness, and self-discovery. Confession is more than just poetry; it's a journey through silent aches, whispered dreams, and unspoken truths. Each piece holds a fragment of the soul, piecing together a story of what it means to feel deeply in a world that often forgets to listen. If you've ever loved in secret, lost yourself in thoughts, or found comfort in the rhythm of words, this collection is for you. ✨

Sparks That Can't Be Ignored This is where art meets art. A collection of my responses-poems, reflections, and unravelings-inspired by the work that moves me. These are not reviews; they are conversations. My heart's version of the same beautiful dream. This is an Echo. For full version of my work, visit: ✨🫧Open Soul Bubble To understand the mind behind these echoes: 🫧✨First Burst Book Forever Becoming Contains English and Arabic verses

A battlefield between a question demanded and an answer denied - a game of hide and seek with fate itself. No one can guarantee your presence in the coming hours, or your arrival within seconds. No one can promise your return from a journey within minutes, or that your going and arriving at this very moment can be undone. These are decrees written before you left the narrow passage of your mother's womb - a reminder of the placenta that once nourished you, transferring immunity from her blood into yours so you could learn to defend yourself. And though your blood type may have differed from hers, separation was destined. Parting was inevitable. The harsh truth that so many fear, yet all must meet: You will die in the end. You will not remain immortal no matter how high you rise, no matter how proud, how arrogant, how untouchable you think you've become. Your hair will turn silver with thoughts. Whether you are blessed or broken, betrayed or in love, married or alone, burdened or content watching your grandchildren with the extra years life has lent you - you will meet the dust. Your breath, your words, your mistakes, your triumphs - all will end. You will be held accountable. So renew your faith. Be thankful. Learn to say thank you to those around you. Perhaps we will not meet you again - not tomorrow. ⸻ Then came the bullets. I caught only the first sound, before they rained like water. Silence swallowed everything. Hiding behind that car, eyes shut, hands over ears - nothing was enough. The space between realizing what happened and my hands reaching my ears was shorter than the loss of hearing itself. The echo drained faster than my breath. When I rose, the world was still - a white or ashen smoke carried dust through the air, then faded, taking everything with it: hearing, speech, people, buildings. Only I remained. And a few drifting fragments. ⸻

Dive in the life of a candle and her maker. Candle being a light saber herself, needs guidance of the maker in this real world. Follow me in this, to see the charming bond of this candle and her maker.

❝The Quiet Truths❞ This wasn't meant to be found. And yet... here you are. I don't just write what happened. I write what it felt like. The chaos, the quiet, the words left unsaid- Every moment I lived, every thought I buried, spills into these pages. Somewhere between reality and memory, between truth and the way it burned inside me- You'll find fragments of my world. And maybe, just maybe, you'll see glimpses of yours too. The chapters are long, my perspective is anything but normal, and I won't hold back. Turn the page-if you dare. But don't say I didn't warn you.

In a world that forgot where it came from, a mother speaks softly to a child who now calls himself a master. This is not accusation. It's remembrance. This is not hate. It's harmony-whispered in verse.

The Great Ones is not a list of achievements. It is a pilgrimage through the minds, souls, and scars of those who shaped humanity with nothing but their thoughts, questions, and courage. This is not about power. It's about people who dared to walk away, to think differently, to love radically, and to live with purpose. Journey with Siddhartha, Confucius, Socrates, and Jesus - not as myths or messiahs, but as people who bled, cried, doubted, and rose beyond themselves. Each chapter brings stories of suffering, sacrifice, and awakening, drawn from history and told in a voice that speaks to the soul. This is not a textbook. It's a mirror. Read it slowly. Let it change you.

Just random poems by me. They don't have a particular pattern or anything, just little doodads that pop into my head.

This is my little corner of the world - a diary woven in verses. Every poetry here comes from somewhere deep inside me - from the quiet places that words rarely reach. Some are born out of heartbreak, some out of hope... and some from the moments that left me silent but not empty. Through poetry, I try to understand myself - the chaos, the beauty, the ache, and the healing. These aren't just poetries; they're pieces of me - scattered emotions, untold stories, and the echoes of a heart still learning how to feel, forgive, and bloom again. If my words find you in your own storm or silence, I hope they remind you - you're not alone. This space isn't perfect, but it's honest... it's me. 🌙 ......................................... (Note: The images used here are created through AI based on my imagination - they're visual reflections of what I feel while writing. Just a gentle disclaimer so everything stays clear and safe.)

Tiny Verse, Quite Soul We start the week softly. A bilingual spark, a short poem, a quick glimmer - just enough light for a Sunday heart.

Izuku is a villain. His father, the worst villain to ever live, made sure of it. Even before he got his quirk, Izuku wanted to be a hero. Ironic, how things turn out. So of course his surprise was understandable when it turned out his soul was connected to another. And to a hero in training no less. Izuku isn't sure how much his new connection will affect things. The answer: A lot. The new and improved original concept for A Villain's Dilemma. The Final Version, I promise this time.

"Some dreams don't scream. They whisper. They breathe beneath skin and stars." Anatomy of Quiet Dreams is a collection of gentle, soul-stirring poems by Juskie7, crafted for the quiet hearts and restless minds. These verses carry the weight of healing, the hush of late-night thoughts, and the shimmer of hope that never truly fades. ✦ For the ones still blooming after the storm. ✦ For the ones who speak through silence. ✦ For the dreamers who feel too much, yet say too little. Let these poems hold your hand where the world forgot to. Let them be a soft echo in your story. - All the images here are generated by Meta AI and ChatGPT.

"Walking in 23-through the valleys, through the shadows, with no fear of evil. Every step carries legacy, every move honors purpose. From the courts of basketball legends to the paths we walk in life, 23 is more than a number-it's strength, resilience, and awakening."

Alice is living her life in the best way possible, but when he enters her life becomes messed up and hard to understand. will she survive the darkness or will she give up on her love?? the question isn't answered yet.🖤