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.

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*

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 feeling hard to express A beautiful feeling you can't confess Sometimes you feel like it's a mess But at the end it's a bless Each poem is a heartbeat, a sigh, a moment frozen in time. Hey lovely readers! Read my book which is a collection of heartfelt poems of love. This collection explores the depths of love, longing, and the bittersweet dance of hearts that find and lose each other. Each verse captures the raw beauty of emotions, weaving stories of passion, pain, and healing. If you've ever loved deeply, longed for something beyond reach, or found solace in words, this book will speak to your soul. Let these poems be your companion through love's highs and lows. Read them and let your heart dance with every word. Some feelings can't be spoken, only written-this is their home. This work is truly based on my own thoughts. So kindly don't copy Happy reading Most Impressive Rankings # 1 in poetry # 1 in thoughts and feelings # 2 in love poems # 3 in poem book # 3 in poem collection #3 in Late nights # 4 in poetry collection # 4 in midnight memories # 6 in Solitary #26 in Him

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.

"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!)

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

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