Suffocation Histoires

Beneath an idealized surface, hidden from the casual observer, lies a mysterious complexity of raw emotion and inner turmoil. What's shown clashes with what's truly felt within, creating conflicts and anticipation as the carefully constructed image is peeled away to reveal the often-unseen reality of the heart. This is a collection of poems for him/ her.

"What are you doing in my house?" A familiar voice pierced through my ears and my heart ran wild. "Alec..." It felt as though the words were stuck into my throat and I could not get them out. "You have been stalking me since a whole good month." His dark eyes were already filled with rage as his nose flared and his lips were already dried. "And now you broke into my house." "Alec, please listen. I will explain you everything, I promise." My vision was getting blurred due to the unwanted hot fluid into my eyes. "What do you want to know? How long are you going to suspect for nothing? Do you even know what you are getting yourself into?" Without waiting for another moment, I ran out of his house, leaving him in absolute darkness. ____________________________________ Ashley Willows moves to Washington to find the reasons behind the disappearance of her missing best friend, Bella. She tries everything she possibly could to find her. What happens when she joins the same school her friend attended and meets the people who are the reasons behind her disappearance? Would she be able to find her at the end at all? Or maybe the truth is somewhere close to causing betrayal, pain and depression.

Vidyut's wife watching the news channel suddenly hears a loud noise of something hit hard on the floor in the room. She instantly runs towards the room, saw her 9-year-old daughter lying on the floor and wasn't able to breathe properly. She picks her up, gives shoulder support and takes her to the car. She quickly takes her to the nearest Hospital. Vidyut's daughter infected with respiratory problems due to prolonged exposure to the harmful gas. Vidyut tackles those problems is the plot of the story.

A slam poetry based poem about love and it's many misfortunes and knowing when love comes and when love just isn't right for you.

long ass title to explain shit 😌

poetry of rage and revenge. It's the way to say I quit.

Death isn't as sweet as it seems

Thinking is my biggest escape from everything but also the thing that makes me feel completely trapped, all the time. Once and a while I just have to let it out. (Read past the first one because the first one is the worst)

Following the death of the notorious Claire Ashdown, her best friend and former flame attempt to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. Told by a limited third person, Aftertaste captures three heartbroken voices: Lea, the best friend; Scarlett, the lover; and an unknown poet whose narrative splits the short story into seven scenes. ~~ With a drop of red, a fallen petal, Vanished with the breeze. With a drop of red, a fallen petal, Turned them inside out. A drop of red, a fallen petal, And I ceased to be. With a drop of red, a fallen petal, The roses wilted, all in one. ~~ /~R/

I don't know where I am or how I got here. I don't know how to get out. I don't know how long I've been here. All I really know is that no matter how much I scream, kick or cry... no one is coming to help me. I'm trapped. All I can do is wait. Wait for it to be over. Wait for my suffering to end...

Look at me dying

Yes, I wrote a suicide note, which I did not want to let anyone read other than my husband and his elder brother (who insisted me to marry his brother).

my true feelings