The Observer
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Love, longing, hope, fear - The Observer writes it all. These are letters to the world, to strangers, and to the self. A collection of thoughts from a heart that sees and feels everything.
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Emotions that flow seamlessly, boundryless chaos of thoughts... Here's a journey in the form of poems that'll show you my world... Hope you enjoy it... Borahae💜
A SOUL THAT LOVES THE MOON
"NOT ALL LOVE STORIES ARE WRITTEN IN WORDS... SOME REMAIN TRAPPED IN SILENCE." SHE WAS POWERFUL. FIERCE. UNSHAKEN. THE WORLD ADMIRED HER STRENGTH. BUT NO ONE SAW THE WEIGHT SHE CARRIED-THE BURDEN OF A LOVE THAT WAS NEVER SPOKEN, HANDS THAT ALMOST TOUCH BUT NEVER DO. NEVER HEARD, NEVER GIVEN A CHANCE. SHE LOVED HIM IN THE SPACES BETWEEN WORDS, IN THE PAUSES OF CONVERSATIONS NEVER HAD, IN THE LONGING OF BIRTHDAYS SPENT WAITING FOR HIM WHO NEVER CAME. "WHY DO THE ONES WE LOVE THE MOST BECOME THE ONES WE LOSE THE FASTEST?" "HE WAS THE MOON SHE REACHED FOR, BUT MOONS ARE NEVER MEANT TO BE CAUGHT-ONLY ADMIRED FROM AFAR." SOME LOVES ARE NOT MEANT TO BE HELD, ONLY FELT... WHAT HAPPENS WHEN LOVE IS NEVER RETURNED, YET NEVER FADES? WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE HEART BELONGS TO SOMEONE WHO WAS NEVER REALLY YOURS? "SOME SOULS MEET IN LIFETIMES BUT THEY CANNOT KEEP... BUT LOVE EACH OTHER FOR ETERNITY." A LOVE STORY CARVED IN TIME, LOST BETWEEN PAGES OF UNWRITTEN LETTERS AND UNSPOKEN GOODBYES.Complete
to: love that soothes
from: a pragmatic lover // content: of every bit of you that matters--maybe everything.Complete
Untitled Volume 1
A collection of short, untitled stories. Please enjoy and take time to read the authors note as it is incredibly important. All pieces of work are mine, so if you would like to use anything from the book, please credit me. Thank youComplete
"Things I Never Said Out Loud"
These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.Complete
WHEN THE RAIN FORGOT TO FALL
I wrote this because I needed to survive it. Because there are some feelings too big for silence. Some heartbreaks too heavy to carry alone. This isn't fiction. This is my heart, broken open and rearranged into verse. "I saw you standing where the sidewalk curves, and suddenly my chest knew different words." - That's how it started. A glance. A stranger. A feeling I couldn't ignore. "You said we needed to talk. Those five words, I knew. I already knew." - And that's how it ended. Not with fire. With silence. I won't tell you that time heals all wounds. I won't say everything happens for a reason. I won't pretend heartbreak makes you stronger. But I will show you that: You can survive what you think will destroy you. You can break and still become beautiful. You can love someone and lose them and still be whole. You can be your own happy ending. I wrote these poems with tears on my face. I wrote them on good days when I forgot to hurt. Every word is something I actually felt. Every line is a moment I actually lived. "You are not broken. You are breaking open. And that's where the light gets in." - That's what this taught me. That's what I hope it gives you, the comfort of knowing you're not alone.Complete
The Moon Remembers: After the War
"The moon remembers what he forgot. Where love was promised, even as memories faded. The river still flows, and the moon still watches us. It has become the silent keeper of everything his memories left behind: every vow, every touch, every whispered dream shared beneath its glow and beside the shimmering river. Promises made just for the two of us. Though he no longer remembers, the moon does. It holds the love he lost, the love I still carry." ----- Years after her husband's death, she still writes letters by moonlight, holding on to a love lost in war. Everyone says she's foolish for waiting. Until he returns... alive, but with no memory of her and a new life that doesn't include her. Now, she must choose: hold on to a love that's already gone, or let go of the only man she ever waited for. ----- Author's Claim: This is my first time publishing a story and I know I still need improvement. I'm not a professional writer, just someone with a heart full of memories, emotions, and a love that never found its ending. Every word I've written comes from a place of longing, loss, and the hope that maybe someone out there understands. I don't know where this story will go, or if it's enough... But I do know it's real. And if you're reading this, thank you because it means the story is no longer just mine. It's ours now. - From a first-time publisher who still believes in love, even the kind that hurts. Ouchhh P.S. still ongoing and editing some parts.
Message Not delivered...
CAUTION: I DID NOT PUT MATURE ON BUT CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS OF ABUSE INCLUDING S/A... & probaly some swearing. There will be disturbing sh*t in here. This book is a poem book of my life pretty much. Its my thoughts and emotions spoken in a different suppossed to be more emotional and deeper way then just looking at what happened and crying about it. What happened can never be fixed but I won't let those people go by un-noticed and I hope karma sincerely kicks them in more then the ass someday. I don't wish pain upon no one but I do crave for them to just UNDERSTAND what they made me feel since they all walked away without a scrape, just a smirk on all their faces in the end. Or they're narcassistic. Theres also letters to people who I still think of to this day that will probably never read them but you guys still hold a special place in my heart. This book is letters and poetry to all; people of my past, present, future, and not only just SURVIVORS but WARRIORS too. You're never alone my loves... Welcome to : "Message Not Delivered"Complete
Emotions that flow seamlessly, boundryless chaos of thoughts... Here's a journey in the form of poems that'll show you my world... Hope you enjoy it... Borahae💜
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