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

we're all beggars here, clawing at each other's sepia-toned loneliness ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||

This book holds poems woven from dreams, a tapestry of fantasy and obsession, daring to explore the depths of my emotions beyond mere definition. ˚❀　.　˚　　✦　　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.　˚　　❀ .　˚✦　.  ✿ 　　˚　　 ❀　　*　˚　 　❀　✦　˚ . For me every soul has a simple story, one that unfolds directly. But when it comes to poems, they transcend the ordinary. They are profound, open to interpretation, deciphered through the unique lens of your own perception. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Soo..shall we uncover the magic within these pages, together exploring the spectrum of emotions and the captivating landscapes of fantasy? Umm..I'll take it as yes (*≧∀≦*) N PLS DON'T MIND MY DESCRIPTION M REALLY NOT GOOD AT IT (￣▽￣) ◇Used Pictures are not mine ◇Source: pinterest ♡So picture CREDIT goes to the rightful Author*

જ⁀➴ 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑬𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒖𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍- 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒊𝒍.

រឿងរ៉ាវបែបមិនធម្មតាមួយ ពីក្មេងដែលគេត្រូវគេធ្វើបាបប្រែក្លាយជាអ្នកប្រុសដែលមានអំណាចកាចមិនធម្មតា វាជាការប្ដូរវិញ្ញាណមួយចូលខ្លួនមួយទៀត ហួយ៎ ក៏ប្រែតែគេត្រូវបានដាក់ឈ្មោះថាជា omega តែប៉ុណ្ណោះ ប៉ុន្តែការដែលមានភេទជា omega គឺតែងតែត្រូវគេមើលងាយជានិច្ចព្រោះទន់ខ្សោយ តើនឹងមានរឿងអ្វីកើតឡើងក្រោយ omega តូចប្ដូរវិញ្ញាណហើយ គេបានជួបជាមួយ Mafia ម្នាក់នោះ...ហើយMafia ម្នាក់នោះជាមិត្តកាលគេនៅនឹងរាងកាយចាស់

"Left Unseen" In a room full of a thousand voices, have you ever felt like your silence screams the loudest? Being ignored isn't just an experience; it's a wound that whispers fears of invisibility. Left Unseen is a poetic journey through the raw emotions of being overlooked, forgotten, and invisible. It unravels the suffocating weight of unspoken words and the quiet pain of existing in shadows. Each poem resonates with those who have felt unseen-whether in crowded rooms or intimate spaces. This collection explores the fragility of connection, the ache of loneliness, and the courage it takes to reclaim your voice. Relatable. Honest. Haunting. For those who've felt ignored, Left Unseen offers the solace of being understood. #1 poetry

Author:Empire Black Knight Alternative names:全民游戏：从丧尸末日开始挂机 Genre:Action, Adventure, Fantasy Source:Webnovel Status:Ongoing Rating: 8.6/10 from 3069 ratings Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide. Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed? Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer? He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone? Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt! [Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.] [Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.] Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest. Hm... What an interesting game

⭑❝ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғʟᴀɢ ʟɪᴇs ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛᴏʀʏ ʟɪᴇs ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ❞⭑ Step into a world where nations whisper their secrets, and love knows no borders. A collection of bittersweet tales of ⭑ connection, ⭑ loss, and fleeting joy ⭑ in a world divided by lines and flags. Request your favorite nation and find your heart stitched into their story. ❛❛Even the strongest nations crumble under the weight of a heartache..❞

Let's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth. And I advise you don't either, it's what makes us who we are.

"I know I'm sunk deep to this point To the point where I'm drowned Into this bowl of honey, I feel I feel like there's no other way out'' A collection of poems about love, admiration and fondness.