The Writing Nomad
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The Writing Nomad comes directly from my personal journal. You will find my thoughts, and poems that were inspired just by going through the cycles of life. I wanted to share in hopes it may not only touch your heart, but to become something you may relate to. I hope you guys enjoy! Please feel free to leave your feedback. Sincerely, H.E
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The words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A small compass Drifting among lost stars There is Much more Than the words Sprinkled on the outside. ~ [Highest ranking: #18 out of 1.4K in 'view' as of 27-08-2019.] © 2018 JadeFoliage, All Rights Reserved All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in whole or part, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission and proof of the publisher. Permission is only granted, and work may only be reproduced in any way, including, but not limited to the above, if person first has permission of this work's publisher. (Except for the cover & pictures shown. All respected rights go to its owner(s).) If you are reading this on any platform other than Wattpad, you may be at risk of a malware attack. To read these poems in their original and safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/story/156755219-thoughtless.Concluida![[kodachrome]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/353007492-256-k353702.jpg)
[kodachrome]
Life is as intense as you allow it to be. Some people bring overwhelming joy; others leave wounds that never fully close. [kodachrome] is a journal born from that intensity, where healing through words becomes the only way to survive what cannot be forgotten. Rather than blurring pain into shades of gray, this collection paints it in color: memories, almost-loves, resentment, longing, and the quiet aftermath of heartbreak. Like a kodachrome photograph, each piece is vivid and emotional, preserving moments that shaped a soul in an era filled with sadness. This book contains poetry, short stories, and intimate reflections, written as an act of release, a way of forgiving without forgetting, of remembering without losing oneself. * Mostly fictional, inspired by real emotions and past experiences. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff
Words Of An Idle Mind
~this idle mind is no devil's workshop~ •••~•••~••• ||Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE -May2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| || Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE- July2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| ||Featured on @AmbassadorJP reading list (June 2018)|| ||Featured on 'Well Worth The Wait' Reading list of @UndiscoveredBooks || ||Winner of WATTFEST for JapanFest collaboration (May 2018)|| ||Winner of THE MYSTICAL AWARDS (2/6/18)|| ||Winner of The Golden Awards - Random (2018)|| •••~•••~••• *Poetry is not only about feelings, it's a religion based on views, emotions and insights.* This book is a collection of unconventional poems and excerpts. It has more than just words about love, loneliness, etc. •••~•••~••• Do give it a chance, i am sure you'll enjoy it. Please VOTE-COMMENT-SHARE as you read all the peices. Your insights on my work is like water in my bloodstream. It encourages me more to bring you better works. Highest rank: #22 In top 50 (5/4/18 - 13/5/18)Concluida
When She Fell in Love
It all started with a confession. They vowed to love each other for the rest of their lives. To be with each other's side through thick and thin. They will be each other's happiness and strength. They will be the best couple to ever live on Earth. A sweet promise of a four year old lad to his mother's friend daughter. But many years had past. They grew up. They met a lot of people. They got mature. They become strangers. Where did their sweet promise to love each other forever go? Was it buried in the past already? How? How did they end up as strangers? That was her question.Concluida
TOXIC REWIND
"We were never meant to last... but we couldn't stay away." They met in high school-young, reckless, and hopelessly in love. When it all fell apart, they thought that was the end. But some love stories refuse to stay buried. When they find their way back to each other, it isn't the fairytale they once dreamed of. Love turns toxic, passion turns destructive, and together, they become the worst versions of themselves. How far will they go before they finally break for good? Or is this the kind of love that never really dies, no matter how much it burns?Concluida
My Poetry Escape
I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.Concluida
A Love Beyond Names
How did we get to this? Or rather, when? After you, I realized that time, circumstances, or simply us, because we are not perfect beings, but we try to be the best version of ourselves day by day, can be destined to be together and last as long as we are willing. Nostalgia flooded my body when I passed by our quiet, lonely, and green park, the one that welcomed us when we were together, just you and me. I saw that old, worn-out bench sitting empty; it was impossible not to remember the afternoons we spent there, laughing, dreaming, enjoying each other's company. From the moment I saw you that coincidental day, I knew that love had finally arrived in my life, and I will continue to stand by your side as your wife until my body can no longer go on.Concluida
A Little Bit Of Joy | ✔
[Featured by wattpad romance, teen fiction, young adult and psychologicalnovel] Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy. * * * from some of my readers of this book, thanks❤- ❝I LOVE YOUR STORY OKAY. THIS STORY AND YOUR WRITING- IT GIVES ME HOPE YOU KNOW.❞ - aimawrites ❝This is so different than so many stereotypical stories on here and i'm so glad i read it.❞ -lepus_leporis ❝They're both so poetic and beautiful and perfect for each other. GAHHhh I love them.❞ - alycecaswell ❝The way she vividly describes the world makes me so happy. Heat keeps rushing to my cheeks in pure euphoric joy. This book is making me so grateful for everything around me and I never want it to end.❞ - nylammeeyn [highest rank: 7 in sad] [cover by soulanatomy]Concluida
The words The petals On a flower that Thrives by appearance Is only Will merely Be a flimsy Taste of what's inside Why price By the eyes The symmetry Of flawed beauty As though As most Are weighed by Thoughtless ideals For those Four arrows A small compass Drifting among lost stars There is Much more Than the words Sprinkled on the outside. ~ [Highest ranking: #18 out of 1.4K in 'view' as of 27-08-2019.] © 2018 JadeFoliage, All Rights Reserved All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in whole or part, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission and proof of the publisher. Permission is only granted, and work may only be reproduced in any way, including, but not limited to the above, if person first has permission of this work's publisher. (Except for the cover & pictures shown. All respected rights go to its owner(s).) If you are reading this on any platform other than Wattpad, you may be at risk of a malware attack. To read these poems in their original and safe form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/story/156755219-thoughtless.
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