My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

«គ្រែងនិយាយថាធ្វើជាសង្សារលេងៗហី?» «ចុះឲ្យធ្វើម៉េចបើស្រឡាញ់មែនទែនហើយនោះ?» «សង្សារលេងៗតែខ្ញុំស្រឡាញ់មែនទែន» និពន្ធដោយ: ហ្វេល នីវ៉ាន់

Professor Tamisra Lisha Sanchez, a brilliant psychologist hiding her identity as a billionaire, secretly protects her sponsored student, Kyra Reyes, an athlete unaware of her benefactor's true face. What began as silent guardianship turns into a forbidden love that Tamisra can no longer contain. In a world of secrets and danger, love becomes both her greatest risk and her only truth.

Diary of a Teenager is just a mix of poems, short stories, and random thoughts-bits and pieces of what it feels like to be young, confused, happy, heartbroken, and everything in between. It's messy, honest, and straight from the heart. #Shortys2025 #poetry #prose

لو دريت بحضني ما تدفّيت چان شعلتلك روحي وبيها إدفيك! ...... عراقية مثلية 18+

"When night comes thoughts boil stars wonder and we quietly ponder when night goes we slowly grow was it the dark or the shadows only you are the one who get to now..." Writing these poems helped me while i was going through a lot . I hope these poems show you that you are not alone . Anytime you feel like it just pour your heart on a paper , it will help you trust me. Hope you are doing well.:) This is a collection of late night thoughts, quiet confessions, and small pieces of hope. 🤍

You lied to get your answers. You painted me out as the bad guy because you can't find your answers. You made me believe I did things I never did. You tricked me into saying things. You led the narrative. You told me I did things because my heart was broke. They are all lies. I didn't do any of it. And one day the truth will come out and if it doesn't, I know my own truth.

This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

━━━ 💌🪽 ་༘⋆˚⟡ ❛ 𝗂 𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝒖𝒑 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗉 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝒎𝒆. ❜ ♱ ────────────── ♱ ✧₊˚⋆ ❪ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑝ℎ𝑖𝑐 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝 ❫ ⋆˚₊ ✧ ❪ 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 ⸝⸝ 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾 ❫ © 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒃𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝜗𝜚 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟧 🐇