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

"But what's life without risks? what's love without twists?" Just a collection of thoughts swirling around my mind :) This book is, [#1 freeverse in 7.78k] [#1 haiku in 4.6k] [#3 poem in 203k]

⭑❝ 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..❞

"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

"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!)

welcome to my little world of poetry🦋 The only place where we can express the core of our heart and don't have to give an explanation. #1 - poezie #1 - poetrycollection #3 - poetry #13 - poetry #8 - poesia #3 - poesia #6 - sadpoems #20 - loneliness #12- cage #14 - desert #29 - lyrics #38 - quotes #96 - alone

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

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

A place for my art! A new one lol- Gonna have a lot of osc things, not too much OC content BFDI and II will totally dominate this book Anyways, hope you like it!

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