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စိုင်းတည်တံ့ဉီး + နှိုင်းမြတ်ဘုန်း

~ are these the last ones / or the ones that'll last? ~

It's poetry, "Take time to smell the roses" when we are all busy chasing the name, fame, and dreams where we forget almost ourselves and the surrounding beautiful things to see in this chaotic life. it's to inspire all those little things and value our precious lives and cherish the moments we Share in the journey.

A collection of poems , I added every emotion to it but most of poems will be fantasy love theamed, some times sorrow and lil wild :) ◇Used Pictures are not mine ◇Source: pinterest ♡ So picture CREDIT goes to rightful Author*

She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can. The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day. (8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking: #1 shortpoem #1 distressing #1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)

Holaa~ Bienvenidos todos a estas pequeñas historias, empezando de nuevo :D Muchas gracias por pasarte por aquí, supongo que pronto voy a abrir los pedidos. Así que puedes disfrutar mientras tanto las historias que tengo ahora, puedes leer las aclaraciones o las etiquetas para saber que anime o de que escribo. Gracias <3! Créditos a quien corresponda por todos los personajes utilizados, a excepción de _______.

A love that's known to many, But felt by one who holds it gently.

A reminder to always find your self no matter what; because as long as you could do it, you would do it

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.