The Siren's Songs
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Huling na-publish Tue, Nov 8, 2022
Hi! this is me again!!
this is my second poetry books, and just like the first one I wrote this when I'm feeling a little bit blue. so that's why (perhaps) some of the poems showing saddness, gloomy, or anger.
I wrote all of the content by myself except the art
please enjoy this book, votes and coments will motivate me to continue this book.
with Love
Sophia C Roshin
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RIVULETS OF THOUGHTS - Cascading emotions
I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"Kumpleto
Something Mending -- VOL 1
Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |Kumpleto
Turning Tides
[WLW] An ambitious scientist won't let anything get in the way of her dreams--not even death. ⚓︎ When Malia set out to sea, she expected to make a life-changing discovery; instead, she received a life-ending doom. But death isn't her end, and she's granted another chance by the very ocean that she died in. That's according to Beatrice, a thousand-year-old water spirit that shows her the ways of their kind. After all, Malia isn't the first to be reborn, and countless souls lost at sea still live underwater, tasked with saving mortals from the same fate. It's a tough job, but if Malia does it right, she can win back her life on land. However, vengeful souls lurk in the waters, determined to destroy the mortals above them. These ghouls were the ones that killed Malia, but if she wants to return to the surface, she'll have to face them in a fight for her mortal life or eternal death. ⚓︎ SURVIVAL KIT ✓ Sapphic romance ✓ Magical "mermaids" ✓ Underwater adventures ✓ Science (specifically physics) FEATURED: ★ For AAPI Heritage Month and Pride Month ★ @FreeTheLGBT Pride Awards 2024 Grand Winner ★ @TheAmbys 2025 Grand Favorite ★ @Fantasy, @adventure ★ Former Amb profiles @talesofthedeep, @CitifiedFantasy, @ReshapeIt, @mythandlegend, @QuickFantasy, @YAFantasy, @The_Reading_Room ★ @AstaniaCommunity, @PrideReads ONC 2023 ENTRY Word Count: +33k Genres: Fantasy/Low Fantasy, Adventure, Romance Written: 05 FEB 2023 - 24 FEB 2023 Narrative: Third Person Limited, Past Tense ★ Cover and graphics made by the amazing @MoranaInDesign! ★ This story is only available on Wattpad by @laurendoubleu.Kumpleto
Hurt Beyond Repair.
Hurt and frightened and no where to turn except for my journal. Curse words being streamed at me and you would have thought I had a father for a sailor. ~E.M.C Many poems focusing on the subject of Mental Illness, that many suffer with and the subject just isn't brought up enough. Poems focusing on a day in the shoes of a person with a mental illness and how some even ordinary simple tasks may seem not so simple to them. There may be some uplifting poems but also raw ones filled with real emotions, things I've experienced. \\ Notes from me the poet: Some aren't all poems I guess you could say but these are my feelings and maybe some of you can relate :) feel free to comment or message me with any questions, feedback or suggestions I greatly appreciate anything!Kumpleto
The dark waters| ✓
I won't survive. I'm sure of it. Strong wind ruffles through my clothes and hardly allows my eyes to remain open. I'm surprised that I'm still standing on the rock and haven't been tossed into the whirlwind. Huge waves crash down upon the rocks making deafening sounds. I open my eyes wide enough to see the next wave coming. As it comes towards the rock, it reaches the height of a three-storey building and seems to loom over me for some time, like a monster looking at its prey with hungry eyes, before finally crashing down towards me like a waterfall. While it comes down one single thought comes in my mind. This is how I die. Then the waters devour me. ___________________________________________ What's the worst crime you could ever commit? In a faraway kingdom of Marinus, ruled by a blood thirsty, diabolical king, Kai, the rules are simple. To love, is a sin. Cordelia Lynn, an ordinary 16 year old, finds herself in the midst of this. Call it coincidence. Or just fate. Now she must choose which side she's on and unveil a truth about her existence. Wishing all the while, Not to commit the same sin again..... Started: 25th April 2019 Completed: 16th December 2019 Status: Being edited. ___________________________________________ • H I G H E S T R A N K I N G & A W A R D S • #4in waters on 8th June 2020 #1 in newstuff. #21 in merfolk #91 in sea out of 1000+ books #2 in merfolk 27/03/20 #3 in waters on 18/06/20Kumpleto
Chaos In My Mind
𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written recently. Some are about me, some about books and some about something else entirely. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them <3 #1 poetry 01.01.2026 #3 poem 08.07.2025 #2 poetry 20.09.2024 #6 poem 18.09.2024 #1 poetic 10.04.2023 #14 poem 14.03.2023 #1 rhyme 08.12.2022 #11 drowning 27.11.2022
the eternity we could've had | love and deepspace
"i do not understand why i have this sense of longing to feel the ocean on my feet. i do not remember why i wanted to badly hear the breeze and watch the waves crash into the rocks. i do not remember why i've always felt this melancholic tranquility whenever i see the calmness of the ocean and why i have faint memories of listening to the humming of the waves. what was i to you, rafayel?" or; catherine, rafayel, and why the price we pay for love is grief. love and deepspace alternate universe | oc | oneshot | rafayelmc | 17.7k words started: february 2025 ended: february 2025 status: completeKumpleto
Dear John: The Words I Could Never Say
Sometimes we cry in silence because the words we want to scream would break us if we spoke them. In this book I have compiled the poems, I poured my heart and soul into when my lips didn't dare speak a word of what my heart so badly wanted to say. So this poetry book is to all who have had a hand in the shattering of my heart - even myself. This is a letter from me to you...xoxoKumpleto
I am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower?" It wonders. I am the thief who thieved the fire, to set the ideas ablaze, I stole the rains too, I had to flood the despondent deserts. But Metaphors I'd just borrow, they would never be mine. Metaphors can't be tamed, they belong to poetry, not poets. I roam unescorted and unaccompanied. I'm just exploring. Whilst, really there is nothing to find. "Sshh!" There is everything to find... Yet I roam... As a Poet. I roam. The wilderness, of the mind, the canyons of consciousness. -Harish Vaid harishvaid1986@gmail.com A collection of Poems, of the unusual sort. Read along for poems ranging from Love to Life, General to Abstract, Random to Insane. Intended to be an ongoing series. "Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen." -Leonardo Da Vinci Love all... Love you all. "Amor Vincent Omnia"
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