Wordporn Stories

We all carry stories that shape who we become. This collection is my attempt to map the inner landscape of my soul, navigating the memories of my childhood, the growth of my teenage years, and the complexity of adulthood. My hope is that these words reach those who have lived in the shadows and the light, and offer a sense of understanding to anyone currently finding their way.

Just a tiny bit of thoughts that slip on my mind.

Pebbles in the symphonic pond swirling around as poems, incarnations of the thoughts jiggling in my mind....

For a girl who's afraid of feelings and stays away from her own thoughts, she sure had a lot of them through 2020 - 2021 A book of prose poetry and short excerpts from stories I may never write.

[ Random Poetry ] Dont touch me, I'm fragile. " i broke my heart loving you " " you'll never be the one " " you're just an extra " " trash thats you " Random sad quotes

A collection of poetry I have written. They are original works by yours truly; written in the dark corners of midnight. Follow me on Instagram: @lifesironies

to be free is the endeavor of all humanity.

About two humans who used to understand each other very well.

A little poetic drabble on my name and what a name means.

If you haven't guessed yet, it's an opening line of a beautiful song as tribute to Vincent Van Gogh. I go by glendasogo in Instagram. Cheers.

some poems that shouldn't have been written or read , written for my love , for my friends , and for myself , because it's what i should have done .

A story of two lovers

He stood so close to me i could feel his breath fan my neck from behind, i wanted him, i wanted him so bad but i could not bring myself to say anything. His already bulged manhood brushed up my ass,and i felt tingles all the way to my stomach, my breath quickened and my nipples tightened beneath my top. His hands brushed the top of my arms and settled on my waist. Images of me bent over for him to savour me flashed through my mind making me even more horny than i already was, i wanted him to take me there and then ..on the kitchen counter

memories & fantastic fantasies

Not a story, but a journal of a twenty-something lost woman who draws inspiration from nature, objects, movies, music and ugh, even people and jots down her thoughts about the same to retain her sanity.

Enter the enchanting realm of "Whispers of Ink: A Poet's Odyssey," and join me, a seventeen-year-old dreamer, on my profound journey of self-expression through poetry. As you delve into the pages, be captivated by the graceful interplay of words, where simplicity and deep emotions intertwine. In the embrace of nature's sanctuary, I discover solace, exploring the intricate tapestry of human emotions. Through my ink-stained verses, I extend an invitation to readers, beckoning them to embark on a mesmerizing voyage, where forgotten dreams resurface and echoes of sentiments resonate. Yet, these poems are fragments of my very being, offering a glimpse into my consciousness and the essence of my existence. I kindly ask that you honor the sanctity of my words, valuing their uniqueness and refraining from unauthorized use or plagiarism. In the realm of poetry, originality is cherished, and I invite you to embrace the beauty that emanates from the authenticity of my creations. Together, let us embark on this poetic odyssey, where our words become bridges that connect souls and inspire the world. With love and dreams painted by ink, xnyehsydamx *⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧*⁠.⁠✧ Gmail: madysheynr@gmail.com Facebook: Sheyn Roque Instagram: xnyehsydamx Twitter: xnyehsydamx Threads: xnyehsydamx TikTok: xnyehsydamx