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Metaphoric moonlight

These poems were never meant to follow one story. They came from rainy windows and quiet monsoons, from love that arrived softly and grief that arrived without warning, from friendships that stayed and ones that faded, from mountains and oceans and moons that asked for nothing back. This is a small collection of everything I felt but rarely said out loud - moments of stillness, quiet love, unspoken grief, the people who stayed and the ones who didn't, and the slow, uneven process of learning to put myself back on my own list. A few pieces from this collection live here on Wattpad. The complete book" The Way I Found Myself "is now available on Kindle. If even one of these poems makes you feel a little less alone, or a little more understood, then sharing them was worth it. 🤍

Some ships sail to shore. Mine drifts through feelings I can't name. Welcome to my diary. . . . 3_5_8 . . "One chapter. Raw emotions. No plot. Just thoughts that needed to escape. You've been warned." . . . WRITE BY, . . . AHLAM . . . "God is whith us" . . .

Fever & Frost: Poems of a Contradictory Heart

𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙛𝙩

Literally every single poem I've ever written and revised for your reading pleasure :) Includes poems from my first two poetry collections: the beauty of this mess and ad Astra per aspera as well as unpublished poems and prose TW: SA, mental health

I longed for something that I could not have. | lower case intended. © melcholune. | do not plagarise. | 2021. #2 in poetry ╱ 07102021 #9 in writings ╱ 16012022 #2 in melancholia ╱ 17062022 #5 in spilledink ╱ 19102023 #1 in melancholia ╱ 30112022

A series of poems I've written through the years. Some sad, some empty, some hopeful.

Isn't that the saddest word? Almost. Something with so much potential... but just didn't happen. We were almost lovers. We almost lived. These were almost stories. ●●● [ a collection of poems ] highest ranking: #3 [[ 08_03_16 ]]

Old poems, same heart.

"For the hearts that feel too much, too often, too deeply. These poems are for you" This is a collection of feelings that you all might be bearing. I just want to be someone who understands you.

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

You can't live a lie forever.

A small poetry book that tried to express a story of when anxiety becomes a reflex action and depression a daily routine, how love finds its way to us and never truly leaves despite countless people twisting its definition or the challenges fate throws ruthlessly to question its faith. Started: 09/06/2025 Ended: Cover By: @stxrsfxll_

a small collection of poems from my old diary

"A Collection of Feelings" is a poetry collection woven from emotions that often go unspoken. Within these pages lie poems about love, heartbreak, longing, healing, and the quiet moments in between. Each piece is a fragment of a feeling, a memory, or a thought transformed into words. If you've ever felt too much, loved too deeply, or found comfort in poetry, this collection is for you. Written by Celene 🌙

Too much alive to be Dead Too much dead to be Alive

❤️ For our love story ❤️

Thoughts After Twelve. - • New Moon • : Dark days, depression, negative content warning • First Quarter • : The sad attachment • Full Moon • : The recovery, genesis of new life, healed wounds • Third Quarter • : A string of hope, new life, solitary companion - These are episodes of thought I've been altered to words, you don't have to read in order.