រឿងរ៉ាវបែបមិនធម្មតាមួយ ពីក្មេងដែលគេត្រូវគេធ្វើបាបប្រែក្លាយជាអ្នកប្រុសដែលមានអំណាចកាចមិនធម្មតា វាជាការប្ដូរវិញ្ញាណមួយចូលខ្លួនមួយទៀត ហួយ៎ ក៏ប្រែតែគេត្រូវបានដាក់ឈ្មោះថាជា omega តែប៉ុណ្ណោះ ប៉ុន្តែការដែលមានភេទជា omega គឺតែងតែត្រូវគេមើលងាយជានិច្ចព្រោះទន់ខ្សោយ តើនឹងមានរឿងអ្វីកើតឡើងក្រោយ omega តូចប្ដូរវិញ្ញាណហើយ គេបានជួបជាមួយ Mafia ម្នាក់នោះ...ហើយMafia ម្នាក់នោះជាមិត្តកាលគេនៅនឹងរាងកាយចាស់

Holaa~ Bienvenidos todos a estas pequeñas historias, empezando de nuevo :D Muchas gracias por pasarte por aquí, supongo que pronto voy a abrir los pedidos. Así que puedes disfrutar mientras tanto las historias que tengo ahora, puedes leer las aclaraciones o las etiquetas para saber que anime o de que escribo. Gracias <3! Créditos a quien corresponda por todos los personajes utilizados, a excepción de _______.

Most of this is sad, any TW will be at the start of them I'm a 17 y/o just wanting to share some of my poetry with people other than my friends :] (Also feel free to comment any tips and how I could improve on my writing!)

She is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a world that disregards outcasts. So, these are on the darker side of the spectrum. Some poems might be distressing for some readers. I personally enjoy consuming dark content, it's kinda like a coping mechanism. I really hope none of you relate with any of these :) I'll be posting only poems here, I'll try to be as active as I can. The poems are not in any order. They are just the thoughts that pop up any time of the day. (8.11.2023) PS: Please check out 'safe space'. I need your help to make it a real safe space, readers! Ranking: #1 shortpoem #1 distressing #1 poetry (17.1.2024) #1 poem (24.1.2024)

Would it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?

MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.

Writer ~ Rithvik Singh For my mother , My heart is a flower at your feet . Thank you for being the only person who always loves me , even at my worst [ Page No. 3 ] This book will make you feel too many things , all at once just like life does sometimes . [ Page No. 4 ] Dear reader , I love you . and I hope you love yourself enough to leave anyone who breaks your heart . Your heart was mean to be worshiped , not turned into a war zone . I hope this book feels like a warm hug to you . I wrote this book for the ones who feel everything too deeply . You're right i wrote this book for you . 💓 [ Page No. 5 ]

Just a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years. |On-going|

ساد غيم ولاح برق وطاح دمع وسال وادي يا عيوني وش بقى من دمعك اللي تذرفينه بين (لا تبحث خفاك) و (لا حياه لـ من تنادي) أنقطع حبل الرجا المربوط في النفس الحزينه لا نويت أسلى عن الحزن بـ طويلات المبادي قامت الذكرى وراي تقول:جعل الله يعينه من كثر ما تضغط الدنيا علي وأقول عادي صرت أواجه وقتي الغلاب وأصافح يمينه الهجر يقدر يسوي ما تسويه الأعادي والوصل يقدر يعيش صاحبه وضع السكينه يا حفيدٍة متعبين الخيل مروين الهنادي كل بيت فيك يلبس له عن الأبيات زيِنه لا تلوميني ليا جيت لك كلي مفادي من يشوفك مستعد يسوق لك عمره رهينه في وصوفك يعجز لساني ولا يعجز فؤادي يوصلك شعري من الأعماق كنّك تخطفينه أتعذّر كل ليله بـ الشعور اللا إرادي كن ما ذا بـ الشعور اللي من أول تعرفينه لا يهمّك لو يقولون البحر ما هو بـ هادي المهم أن البحر ما طيّر شراع السفينه أطلبيني كل شي إلا التهاون في المبادي من تهاون في المبادي يا عسى ربي يهينه عاشقً غادي بـ حبك والله أن ماهو بـ غادي لو ورا حبك يبيع العمر و يضيّع سنينه - فهد بن خشمان