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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺 by MayGarner

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.

Mes Mots Entremêlés | Poésie | by Eclat_d-Encre

Écrire est pour moi une manière de me libérer l'esprit. Cela ne fait pas longtemps que j'ai commencé ne soyez pas surpris si les rimes peuvent manquer. Cependant, les poèmes et les haïkus n'ont pas besoin de rimer ni de sonner juste. J'espère vous revoir dans vous émouvoir et vous revoir en commentaire.

A Dreamer's Poetry by TheZonlichtHeart

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*

play, pause, replay by seven_hues

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

My Poetry by A_Shy_Person27

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." -Dead Poets Society I'm a 17 y/o (Started this when I was 15) just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)

Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game by thegamer3496

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

ليتك ياحبيبي اول احبابي by rag-dd

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Crafting The Lust by Hyontee

King Hwang Hyunjin invited a painter for her beloved wife. When he falls for the painter instead. Impressive ranks #11 in poetry 2024/11/08 #17 in art 2024/11/10

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 by GentleNotes

We all have untold stories and unresolved struggles. Life puts us through many hardships, and while we learn a lot from them, there are times when we feel like giving up. Sometimes, we become so numb that we can't even process what's happening because things go beyond what we expect. We carry emotions that are hard to explain to others, and sometimes, even to ourselves. But we need to stand up for ourselves. We have to make things better. We can't let negative overthinking make things worse. Please, don't ruin yourself-there are enough people out there who might try to bring you down. Focus on yourself. The journey of improving yourself is tough and tiring, but it's worth it. I write to inspire people to think in new and different ways. My goal is to help you focus on positive thoughts while accepting reality, even when it's difficult. I don't want anyone to suppress their emotions, but instead to face life's challenges with understanding. Life can be overwhelming, and the impact of events and people isn't easy to overcome, but we find a way to move forward. Through my words, I hope to help you see things from a new perspective. Don't let negative overthinking weigh you down-it can be destructive. It's not easy to control those thoughts, but trying is a step forward. Each day is a new beginning, just like you, so don't let your negative side take over. I hope my writing brings some comfort, holds meaning for you, and makes your journey feel a little lighter. I hope my words help you, even a little. I hope they encourage you to think more clearly and wisely. And if you feel that my words have the power to improve someone's situation, even a little, please share them. Recommend this book to others or tag them in the comments. Lastly, I want to thank everyone for your kind words. They inspire me to keep writing and sharing.

THE MOUNTAIN IS YOU by nonmiappartiene_

THE MOUNTAIN IS YOU By: Brianna Wiest This is a book about self-sabotage. Why we do it, when we do it, and how to stop doing it-for good. Coexisting but conflicting needs create self-sabotaging behaviors. This is why we resist efforts to change, often until they feel completely futile. But by extracting crucial insight from our most damaging habits, building emotional intelligence by better understanding our brains and bodies, releasing past experiences at a cellular level, and learning to act as our highest potential future selves, we can step out of our own way and into our potential. For centuries, the mountain has been used as a metaphor for the big challenges we face, especially ones that seem impossible to overcome. To scale our mountains, we actually have to do the deep internal work of excavating trauma, building resilience, and adjusting how we show up for the climb. In the end, it is not the mountain we master, but ourselves.

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𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 ➙ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘺

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.