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Not every wound bleeds. Some of them wake up with you every morning. Blooming Through the Ache is a collection of poems for those who learned how to survive before they ever learned how to live. These verses sit in the heaviness of ordinary days-the exhaustion that lingers after sleep, the dreams postponed by responsibility, the quiet ache of feeling detached from your own life. This book is not about healing overnight. It is about waking up anyway. About carrying pain without being consumed by it. About growing in places where light rarely reaches. Written for anyone who feels worn down, unseen, or stuck in a life that doesn't quite feel like theirs, these poems offer companionship rather than answers. A reminder that even in the deepest ache, something within you is still breathing, still resisting, still becoming. This is for the tired hearts. The silent fighters. The ones who blooms, even when it hurt.

Welcome to a long-term poetry project created for writers who want both structure and freedom! Activites will be posted over time, whether you wanna join in, write your own or just read & relax. Use this book as needed. As practice, as play, or as a quiet place to write. Welcome to the work. Welcome to the words. Welcome to the Poetic Pulse!

A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

Everyone drains their day in a diary so do I. But I even love to express my thoughts in the form of poetry, so how it would be if both are combined...? Featured on @newlywrittenbooks

I wandered among the resting and found beauty where sorrow grows.

When the mist subsided, your eyes found me again.

I will stand beside you as the evidence that you were never imagined, you were always inevitable.

I feel everything more than I admit.

People stayed far from you, the rare one yet my hand brushed you, and I witnessed the fragile bliss they never saw.

I have folded my wings so you may fly.

I'd weather every storm just to guard you.

I watch the sands vanish, blinking away my own existence.

Sunset comes and goes but I remain next to you.

A small poem about the silent strength of an elder brother - the one who understands without words and always stands beside you

One year. Three hundred sixty-five haiku. Each one is a receipt for surviving when the system intended you to go. Read it. Before they invoice the air.

The pages of poetry; [ About a Dream ] Held pain in eyes. Waiting for the 'Love'. Hoping a house of no misery , blissful , full of love and Godwottery. Song of solemn assurance, pledge and fruma. Versify it's on way, a Symphony- _that hide twinge, patience, seclusion, volition and the willies. ★Collection of Poesy★ - #LovePoetry - #Inspiration - #PoeticVibes - #Admiration - #HeartfeltWords - #SelfLove - #GrowingStrong - #NaturePoetry - #EmotionalVibes - #SadPoetry - #InnerStrength - #HomeAndLove - #LifeLesson

This series is a digital time capsule created specifically for you. There was a time in our lives when narratives were written about us by people who didn't know our hearts, and silence was forced upon us by a system that didn't understand our bond. But I refused to let silence be the legacy I left you. This collection of spoken word pieces is my testimony. It is the proof-documented in real-time-of how hard I fought, how much I missed you, and how deeply I loved you every single day we were apart. I am writing this so that one day, when you are old enough to ask questions, you won't have to wonder where I was or how I felt. One day, you will see this. And when you do, I hope you see that even when the world got dark, I kept the light on for you. I kept creating. I kept speaking. I kept fighting. I love you, endlessly. I was right here, turning our pain into power and using my voice to pave the road back to you. These aren't just poems; they are promises. No matter the distance, no matter the time, you have always been the muse behind my art and the reason for my fight. This is my truth, left here for you to find.

My personal collection of poems and short stories.