A TIME CALLED YOU
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Poems that speak for me when words are left behind. A collection of heartfelt verses that capture the tides and flows of love, vulnerability, joy, and the human experience - from the whisper of the autumn leaves to the shadows of moonlight , and everything in between.
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The Words I Speak
While I'm silenced out there I'll speak my mind in here This reputation of the quiet Just let it disappear I've got a lot ahead of me Many things that I fear As I'm walking down this road I can finally see things clear . . . . . The Words I Speak ... in silence
|| The Moon's Secret Library ||
Hidden beyond the veil of night, where the stars hum forgotten melodies and the moon guards its whispered secrets, lies a library unlike any other. This is no ordinary collection-each tale is a map to an uncharted world, a fleeting echo of a dream, or a heartbeat suspended in time. Within The Moon's Secret Library, every story and poem holds a glimpse into their world-ATEEZ, caught between shadow and light. Love found beneath a silver crescent, mysteries traced in constellations, and sorrow carried by the tides. Some moments will burn like a comet's trail, others will linger like an unsung lullaby-but all will leave you longing for just one more glimpse beyond the horizon. Step inside, where echoes of their voices guide you, and let the moon's stories lead you home.
Pieces of Moonbeams
Pieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am relieved that my pieces now have a home. (They aren't in order and published randomly, though.) It's my dream to atleast publish a book before I turn 18. If you like it, please smash that little star. Thank you.Complete
The Virus
Everything had change. Four years ago, An unknown virus spread globally fast where cure is still been researched and vaccines are understudy. The Old and the young is an easy target, the sick and the healthy is predetermined as the virus show similar symptoms to an ordinary fever. The busy and lively city turn to a valley of death. But I still hope and dream that everything will be back not as normal it can be but to how it used to be, where all are free from Fear of death and people start to walk down the street happily again. And maybe, I'll get married. ...................................................................... This is a Book of fiction using the Corona situation. Any event or person stated are only based on the writer imagination.Complete
Poems galore!
Hey guys! I'm new to wattpad but I do have some talent in writing poems so I'll attempt to stay on top of my posting and what not.... Anyway, enjoy!Complete
Falling, Still
"What does it mean to love someone who doesn't love you back? To wait, to hope, to wonder if love can change the way the stars align?" This is not just a story,it's a journey. A raw, intimate recollection of love that bloomed in silence, of moments that lingered too long in the spaces between friendship and something more. It's about patience, about the ache of wanting, and the quiet magic of the unexpected. But this isn't a tragedy. This is a love story. A story of persistence, of quiet longing turned into something real;of two souls finding their way to each other against all odds. Some love stories are loud, written in fireworks and grand gestures. This one was whispered..written in stolen glances, unsaid words, and the kind of love that waits. If you've ever loved, lost, or wondered what it means to hold on-this is for you.
Split Echoes.
A collection of my thoughts, quotes, poems, free writes and a couple of rants at good and bad moods. Have a good read. Cover by me. Ciao!Complete
When You Read it, You'll know me
Just words that flow A river in my head It twists and turns And never stays the same The current is strong You can never go back Pen it down And remember The joy of the ride Through the rough bumpy tide That are the words In my mind.Complete
While I'm silenced out there I'll speak my mind in here This reputation of the quiet Just let it disappear I've got a lot ahead of me Many things that I fear As I'm walking down this road I can finally see things clear . . . . . The Words I Speak ... in silence
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