Poetry for the dreamers, the broken, the hopeful, and the lost. This collection of poems unravels the emotions we all carry-love that stays, pain that lingers, dreams that fade, and the strength that remains. Read, feel, and find yourself in the lines. #1 in thought-provoking 1.3.25 #1 in deeppoetry 1.3.25 #2 in deeppoems 14.3.25 #4 in deepemotions 1.3.25 #3 in thoughtsandfeelings 14 .3.25 #4 in freeverse 22.3.25 #10 in poems 24.3.25 #7 in poetry 26.3.25 #10 in advice 3.4.25 #11 in easyread 3.4.25

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)

This book holds poems woven from dreams, a tapestry of fantasy and obsession, daring to explore the depths of my emotions beyond mere definition. ˚❀　.　˚　　✦　　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿.　˚　　❀ .　˚✦　.  ✿ 　　˚　　 ❀　　*　˚　 　❀　✦　˚ . For me every soul has a simple story, one that unfolds directly. But when it comes to poems, they transcend the ordinary. They are profound, open to interpretation, deciphered through the unique lens of your own perception. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Soo..shall we uncover the magic within these pages, together exploring the spectrum of emotions and the captivating landscapes of fantasy? Umm..I'll take it as yes (*≧∀≦*) N PLS DON'T MIND MY DESCRIPTION M REALLY NOT GOOD AT IT (￣▽￣) ◇Used Pictures are not mine ◇Source: pinterest ♡So picture CREDIT goes to the rightful Author*

ខ្ញុំស្រឡាញ់ម៉ាក់បង្កើតខ្ញុំ តែខ្ញុំមិនចង់មានខ្សែជីវិតដូចគាត់ទេ ហើយក៏រឹតតែមិនចង់ឲ្យកូនរបស់ខ្ញុំមានខ្សែជីវិតដូចជាខ្ញុំដែរ។

A place for my art! A new one lol- Gonna have a lot of osc things, not too much OC content BFDI and II will totally dominate this book Anyways, hope you like it!

Let's be honest. Some words are better left unsaid, these..these are my words that shouldn't have been said. Some of these I know are not perfect, but they are mine. My thoughts and pain I have been though, I will not apologize for speaking my truth. And I advise you don't either, it's what makes us who we are.

စိုင်းတည်တံ့ဉီး + နှိုင်းမြတ်ဘုန်း

Unheard feelings of a glass heart.

Author:Empire Black Knight Alternative names:全民游戏：从丧尸末日开始挂机 Genre:Action, Adventure, Fantasy Source:Webnovel Status:Ongoing Rating: 8.6/10 from 3069 ratings Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide. Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed? Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer? He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone? Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt! [Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.] [Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.] Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest. Hm... What an interesting game

I wrote you a book, and I hope it finds you one day. For now let it meet you piece by piece, maybe you'd understand why I decided to stay. Forgive me for I still love you. For I loved you, more than I knew.