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Mulţi afirmă că viaţa fără poezie ar fi un nimic monoton, lipsit de frumos şi expresivitate. Dar cum ar fi viaţa fără poeziile MELE? Probabil mai bună. Dar de ce să riscăm?
Limba poeziilor va alterna între Engleză şi Română, nu pentru că mă dau mare vorbitor de Engleză, ci doar pentru că uneori, unele versuri sună mai bine aşa. Dacă "operele mele" vi se par prosteşti sau copilăreşti, aş dori să mă anunţaţi, şi să nu aruncaţi cu banane în mine. Vă mulţumesc.
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Over Rain's Edge
Hello dear reader! First, thank you for deciding to click on this ongoing novel. It already means so much! It is my first and I will try to write as much as I can despite the fact that I have a day job. Please do let me know if you have any feedback or thoughts about the story so far. Thank you and I hope you join me on this journey. --- In a digital realm where fantasy and reality intertwine, two souls meet in an online game that transcends distance and convention. Aurora, a successful London lawyer who appears to have the world at her feet, hides her inner turmoil, while Andrei, a globe-trotting financial adviser longing for a true home, finds solace in their virtual connection. What starts as playful camaraderie soon deepens into a poignant romance, with shared quests and whispered secrets composing a bittersweet symphony of desire and vulnerability. Yet, the intimacy nurtured online cannot fully capture the tangible moments of life-the gentle patter of rain on city streets, the comforting sound of a familiar voice, the fleeting magic of a sunrise experienced firsthand. One of them harbours a quiet envy, not of a rival, but of the experiences that remain just out of reach, a silent ache for the parts of life they miss sharing together. As their conversations evolve into a delicate dance of honesty and vulnerability, they confront the challenge of balancing the roles of protector and free spirit in each other's lives. "Over Rain's Edge" becomes a metaphor for the threshold where digital dreams merge with the stark reality of human longing-a modern love story that rejects clichéd tropes in favor of an unvarnished exploration of desire, hope, and heartbreak. In this narrative, romance is portrayed not as a flawless ideal but as a tender, fragile connection that I hope would leave an indelible mark long after you finished the story.
Redeeming love
"Vihaan wait....." I shout. He flinches or was it my imagination. "How are you?" I ask in broken voice. He turns and this time I flinch. His eyes are bloodshot. The vein on his face are popping. I have never seen him this angry. "How am I? What a brilliant question you have asked Mrs Malhotra....ops sorry ex Mrs Malhotra. Well I am doing fine with my wifey." Tears starts welling up in my eyes. "Vihaan you don't get to hurt me." I mumble. "Oo..... I do. Just like you gave me pain 3 years ago....." the mocking voice was exchanged with a painful voice. "You...you didn't even thought of me. You just left me. YOU. FUCKING. LEFT. ME." "Then what should I have done. We were toxic for each other vihaan." I cry out. My heart was in pain and I didn't know how to stop it's pain.Complete
**"Veins of Velvet Poison: A Love Unraveled"**
**"Veins of Velvet Poison: A Love Unraveled"** Love feels like a poison in my veins, It ignites a fire but leaves me in chains. With every glance, it whispers sweet lies, Breaking my dreams, wearing a disguise. In your eyes, there's a beguiling charm, Yet your smile hides a certain harm. You're close, but the heart feels the distance, In this love, there's a painful existence. Every heartbeat sings your name, An endless rhythm, fueling the flame. But this longing that burns in my chest, Pulls me under, leaves me unrest. In this love, every moment's a thrill, Sweet poison flows, yet it's a bitter pill. You seep into my heart, oh so sly, Leading me into darkness, asking me why. You laugh, and I shatter, Caught in your words, my heart's in a clatter. In this deep game of love's cruel fate, Each second apart feels like a weight. Like a chalice filled with toxic brew, Even sipping slowly, I'm lost in you. But I know this love could destroy my core, Yet every wound reminds me I want more. My heart whispers to let you go, But I can't seem to break free from this flow. For your love is the poison I crave, Even dying inside, it's you I'll save.Complete
Flower Steps
Something came to Gisselle, when she suddenly crashed into a car while driving, a guy was there, helping her and trying to heal her. She felt something in her hand, she could smell it. She had a flower held in her hand. "Keep it safe, you might need it for luck." The guy's voice was low and mysterious. "What for?" I said, my head felt unconscious and light headed, I felt like I don't remember anything and wanted to throw up because of being light headed. The guy hasn't respond, but I got up to the door and deciding that if I should go home or go to school in the middle of the day. A hand held my wrist, still holding the flower that was in my hand. "Not yet, I'm not done. You have a major bruise on your head, I'll get you some ice." I didn't want ice, I felt like I wanted to go home, but I stayed for a while because I don't know where had my car go or where to exit. How did I get here? What happened? Why am I here? I needed answers, but I guess I'll save it for the last.Complete
Karma and Revenge
He told me I'm Karma, and he's Revenge. I was born from a sin, and he was born to be a spit in his father's face. Or should I say, my father? Nina My life after high school is simple. I party with the spoiled kids who once bullied me. I fuck a guy I know will never date me. And I dodge future plans. Until my mother reappears after five months of ghosting me to disown me, and disappears again. Left with money in my hands and a car gifted by a father I've never met, I find myself battling my worst enemy-loneliness. Amidst the wreckage, one hell of a golden god waltzes into my life and claims to be my half-brother. I believe his lie cause I'm hungry for love. I ignore all the signs cause I'm greedy for acceptance. He's had me wrapped around his long finger, addicted to him and what only he can provide. It's a dominance war between my father and the guy I'm not supposed to love, and I'm entangled in it. But I won't be a pawn. I won't ever choose Revenge. Denzel It's all gone wrong. I fucking chased a storm, unaware of its strength. The intention was to get revenge on the man who tormented my younger self and reminded him that he didn't belong in his house. I never told Karma I'm her blood. She liked the idea, and I let her have it. Driven by the desire to make her an ally against her father. The look on his face will be priceless when he discovers his secret daughter, hidden from his elite world, is my toy. But it backfires. Torture is holding back from exploring her body as I crave whenever that seductive siren throws herself on me to welcome me at night. Chasing her becomes my new thrill. Protecting her from her manipulative father becomes my mission. We're a pair. We belong together. Because I'm her Revenge. And she's my good Karma.Complete
➸ 𝘽𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 (𝙉𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 )✔
𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙮. *** 𝘾𝙮𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙚𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙜𝙡𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢. 𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙍𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙'𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩. 𝘼 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢. 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣? *** 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙪𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙?Complete
She Is Blind
There are two of us. I have two eyes. It is enough for us. "Never did I think somebody who was physically able would be able to love me in the past. I always thought it would be someone blind just like me, who could understand what it meant to be blind." she continued. "I am blindly in love with you. Whoever said love is blind was thinking of me" I replied. She used her hand to feel around my face, and it finally rested on my cheek. I smiled and placed my hand on hers, closing my eyes to savour the feeling. I was enjoying it until I felt a teardrop on my face and when I looked up, I saw she was crying. "What is wrong my love?" I asked, raising my head from her lap and looking straight in her face. "Don't you feel ashamed of being in love with a blind girl? Don't you think Blessing is better for you? Don't you get scared that your friends will mock you, What if everybody..."Complete
[*short story*] Hanahaki disease; The disease of unrequited love, flowers will bloom in your lungs and you will cough out petals. It will block out your air and cause death, unless you take surgery to get the flowers removed. But the memories of the admired person will be long lost. Re-writing in process. Also plesse excuse the really shitty spelling and grammar its just me being me as usual 🥲🥲
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