MY Poetry collection
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"Oh little siren, charmer of the seas
with voices of elegance sailers, you please
the scepter of beautiful songs you shall wield
listening to your euphony my heart bleeds.
Such is the carnage in your melody
that even in death I shall whisper your lullaby..."
"My beads of thought were scattered so I made a bouquet of rhymes
smell the flowers and allow me to tell you tales older than time"
-----Silver_Driftwood
This book is the shore of my sea of drifting emotions and ideas and on its sand shining like silver strewn across my thoughts shall land.
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an abstract limn
❝ but this time i will not be lifted from the realms of this catastrophe, this time i will be dipped into the honeyed lox of this saccharine thought; drowning in the depths of the wilted tulips that have not ever to sprout. look at these alstroemerias that blossom from the words that spill from my bleeding heart and plum stained lips; apple juice coating the rim of this glass of champagne in which these sinful creatures drown with their blistered wings. now watch as i am coaxed by the orbs of lavender bruises with hands wrapped around my neck.❞ • my abstract poetry book. lowercase intended. ©️ copyright 2020 nazahace - all rights reserved.Concluida
Rated -R-
I've been writing this anthology for more than a year and a half and each piece on the project is special to me. is very each I've poured out each string of my veins in these pieces and this is the project in which I've been the most reulnerable till now. Each piece in this project is a direct reflection of how I saw the world when I was 17 and 18. This project according to me has my best written work up till now and a few of my favorites are, 'Matilda's Bleeding', and 'Passenger Side'. I've inked my blood-misted feathers blue, To conevey my emotions and thoughts through, This anthology, and I am super proud of it. Hope you love it too. Lovingly, ~River~Concluida
Water
Think you know mermaids? Think again. (Think underwater Twilight) **** "Our waters are changing. We've known it for a while now. We can sense it. We can taste it. We can feel it." Imagine growing up your whole life believing you know who you are, who you will become. You spend years training to become accepted into your clan. And on the day of your Testing, you fail. Imagine what happens then. Leira, a young Mer is forced to fight for her survival in a world where friends can quickly become enemies, identities merge, and something is lurking - deep below the water. *Remember to check out "Water Before: A Prologue" to read the short story that accompanies this novel!*Concluida
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Give yourself time to feel your emotions But don't let them control you Let it consume you But not forever. There are moments in life when you have to let yourself feel, the pain the trauma, the depression the anxiety. There are also moments you have to force yourself out of the darkness, before it fully consumes you. These poems are the moments, when I stewed in my sadness, gave it the steering wheel. But are also the moments I grabbed the wheel and took control. This book is for those healing Those fighting Those who are speaking up And those who are silentConcluida
Loudspeaker
'... are my words enough?' Many themes and issues run through this collection, interwoven with each other, knitted between poems, so much so this is less of a collections of poems more of a continuous narrative. When I write, I'm constantly inspired. Imagery, characters and metaphors present themselves to me, I don't ever desperately start searching for them. The main inspiration for 'Loudspeaker' was the young people speaking up for what they believe in and fighting for the world they deserve. In their activism, they've taken the issues of today's world and used their voice to turn it into art. To turn the inequality into something empowering, hopeful and genuine. Art mirrors life, so 'Loudspeaker' is about the exact same thing. Finding your voice and creating light in darkness. Written between July and December 2020Concluida
Deeper Healing
"As I passionately kiss your lips and breathe all of you in, release your pain to me; let me inhale it and let my soothing touch heal your broken soul. -------- What starts as soft glares and innocent forehead kisses turns into something more carnal, deeper and wickedly tempting to explore. She isn't looking for true love, a concept she has given up on searching for. What her soul burns for is a man's touch to set her body ablaze and consume her completely in a whirlwind of intense pleasure and ecstasy. He desires a vibrant woman to do all the wickedly sinful things burning in his mind to, one who can unleash the dominant beast in him and torture sensually with all the pleasure he has to offer. She seems to be all he's ever needed and maybe someone whose heart he can heal and stitch back in place piece by piece until it can beat hard in her chest again and say his name. But nothing ever comes on a silver platter, especially with loads of drama and misfortunes tailing each one of them from sources closer than they could ever imagine. ⚠︎Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, mentions of sexual assault, mild language, drama and is a slowburnConcluida
Chasing Tide (A Merman's Tale And The Human Who Desired Him)
One of the most painful things on earth is to lose a loved one. Whether in death or heartbreak. It's a pain different from all others. You feel every burn, every ache, your senses awaken, and greedily await a memory to sip in and then wreck your entire being. She took everything. His Light. His Heart. His Soul. It had no end. For years it went on like it would never end. But, it did. Just in passing, a normal day, a day like every other, but it was the day, his heart danced truly and his chest tighten as if a fierce wind had passed by, blending with his soul, leaving a suffocating feeling in his chest, a choking sensation in his throat, there was a pressure making it hard to breathe. ******* "My heart has heated for the human and my blood has flown for him. Every time I thought of him, my heart would ache. It would ache so much I couldn't breathe, the feeling of despair, yet sweetness... Even so, I still couldn't stop thinking about him." So...this is how it feels to love a person. "I belong to you, just as this merman belongs to the seas. Like a falling leaf belongs to its roots." "Nothing can stop me from falling into your embrace." ******* ®®Concluida
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