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Snow
1) [noun] frozen water vapor in the atmosphere that falls down in the form of delicate snow(tear)flakes
2) [verb]
2.1) snow that 'falls' from the sky
2.2) (informal) to mislead or charm or deceive someone; to steer someone away from the truth into lies

Its my first book here. No, it can't necessarily be called a story but I'd like to share it. And above all, I am new, blooming writer and I might be irregular with updates. Oh and the cover belongs to me.
Thank you.

-Luna Ro.♡All Rights Reserved

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Word Shards by 18gooda

Poetry is my body's immune response to life.

AMARA by sanbenita

Words written under the sky of my love, 1,000 miles away. Jumbled feelings, and words attempting to present itself as somewhat, a branch of poetry. Here lies my heart, xoxo, April 13, 2017

Illusional by LuigiFlower

It's Winter. It's Snowing. It's Time. Can a bright group of friends survive their worst nightmares and discover why they are experiencing this?

Poems of Pain and Solitude by words_harm_and_heal

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

A Self-love Story by Kirsten_Sharp

Bliss. Delight. Contentment. Euphoria. Elation. Joy. Glee. Felicity. Jubilation. These are all words synonymous to the word happiness. But what is true happiness? Happiness is that feeling of butterflies fluttering around in your chest, trying to break out. Happiness is that invisible fluid rushing in your veins, making you shiver in the most wonderful way. Happiness is the force that pulls your cheeks up into the widest smile and makes your eyes twinkle. Happiness makes you light-headed and giddy, it is in fact like alcohol. Well then, I am utterly and completely drunk. When you're happy, everything feels amazing. Even small insignificant things like getting up in the morning. The golden hue of sunlight streaming in through the curtains feels like a soft caress from the hand of a lover. The birds seem to chirp sweetly outside, a melody to which the leaves sway as if mesmerised by their music. The curtains tango with the wind beautifully. Every little thing seems perfect. And that's a word I'd use to describe my life. Perfect. To give you a little introduction about me, let me start by explaining the most important aspects of my life. I have a loving family. There's my sarcastic, yet surprisingly sweet brother, my beautiful mother (both in looks and spirit) and my stern, yet humorous father. I have the best best friend, Charlotte and I have an amazing boyfriend, Theo. I'm quite beautiful and popular too which I'm not saying to brag, I'm just stating the truth. So that is my life. The life of Tia-Jade Garcia. *** What she didn't know was that every high has a low and that the higher you rise, the lower you fall and the more painful that fall is. Follow her story as she loses everybody she ever cared for and thereby her happiness. See her fight all of her demons by herself. Watch her fall in love...with herself because the only person's love you'll always need is yours. This is her self-love story.

Words And Secrets by Shivran86

Words spill out secrets And the more I speak, the more I regret Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣

Evanescent by VEPaige

e-va-nes-cent (adjective) : tending to vanish like vapor {like how all the good things in my life slips away like water and disappears like air} ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Alright, so this is one of my earliest works. I've tried editing it to the best of my abilities. Operational word: tried. So, I really don't have the time to edit it. I'm sorry if it's cringe-worthy (which I think it is) and just utterly depressing or cliché. Grammar Nazis and spelling Nazis, you've been warned. But if you really want to read it, I'm not the one who's going to stop you. Thank you so much for taking the time to read through this shit. :)

meraki by marlinejm

☁️ | wander through my thoughts. all my experiences, realizations, decisions, vibes...attempted to be placed into rhythmic tone as a summary of my life. I hope for this to become a place of comfort for anyone who needs it. Poetry is a beautiful way to put whatever's on one's mind into words, especially for someone like me who's not so great at expressing so upfront. I want this to a place where we can all find instances of clarity knowing we all think, feel, and experience the same, maybe not exactly the same but somewhat. Poetry is an art and I hope you all enjoy my displays. I will try to update daily. Thank you 😊

TRAPPED by EnikpazeElizabeth

I never meant for things to turn out this way , who knew that the walls actually had ears. It all started with one silly comment... I'll just say yes to anyone, it can't be that bad ... So I thought . A young adult finds her life crumpling down after doing the unthinkable. How will she navigate these new emotions and experiences ultimately becoming a better version of herself...or will she?

Drops of Poetry by enzoque

Drops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from where I stand I don't care if I'm under a storm All I know is those little drops are stories Every day I learn new things from this horror But I can turn them into drops of poetries. This is a compilation of my poems :)

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Poetry is my body's immune response to life.