This is not pretty poetry. 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.

لو دريت بحضني ما تدفّيت چان شعلتلك روحي وبيها إدفيك! ...... عراقية مثلية 18+

Holaa~ Bienvenidos todos a estas pequeñas historias, empezando de nuevo :D Si quieres realizar algun pedido, pasa por mi perfil a ver el tercer libro <3 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 _______.

စိုင်းတည်တံ့ဉီး + နှိုင်းမြတ်ဘုန်း

୧︵. ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ⟢ ⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ .︵୨ ▬▬ Every border is a wound that never quite healed. Every nation has a voice - quiet, aching, and human. They laugh, they love, they destroy, they rebuild. And somewhere in between all that, they reach for you. Here, nations are more than lines on a map. They bleed, they yearn, they remember. Some will hold your hand as if it were peace itself. Some will break you just to see if you'll stay. Are such cruel beings even capable of love? To love after what they've done, after what they've destroyed? Can hands once stained with conquest ever touch softly again? Can a country that has bled others learn what it means to ache? A countryhuman oneshot book. ▬▬ Closed. (for now) ୧‿̩͙ ˖︶ ꕀ⠀ ⟢ ⠀ ꕀ ︶˖ ‿̩͙୨

This is how I found peace after being misunderstood. This is what happens when the noise goes away and I can hear my own voice again. These poems came from times when I wasn't sure of myself, when I had to learn to let go, and when I had to learn to believe in myself. They are about taking my time to heal, being careful with love, and finding strength in the quiet places. It's not about being broken. It's about what you need to do to rebuild myself when the world keeps telling me that I don't deserve to be who I am, Themes: healing, survival, false blame, emotional abuse, self-forgiveness, resilience, and rebirth.

'And Strangle them with a rainbow shirt, Because Little broken boys just don't seem to hurt.' - From 'Too young' 'You're a man now, not little anymore, Still so little, Evermore...' - From 'My Favourite little Man' 'Would I too break my toys, if I did belong?' - From 'Mirror World' ______________________________________________ ⚠️BEWARE⚠️- There's too much going on in my poems ;) If you don't relate to my poems, I feel sad for you. If you do relate to my poems, I feel sadder for you. ______________________________________________ 1st Runner-Up In 'The Fathomless Verse Awards' 🏆 _____________________________________________ This is a collection of poems born from silence, survival, and identity. Written by someone who was told to hide, and chose instead to speak. Every poem is a quiet war. Every line, a piece of light. ______________________________________________ Remarkable Rankings! #7 in poems out of 222k books on 10/29/25 #6 in poems out of 222k books on 10/31/25

«គ្រែងនិយាយថាធ្វើជាសង្សារលេងៗហី?» «ចុះឲ្យធ្វើម៉េចបើស្រឡាញ់មែនទែនហើយនោះ?» «សង្សារលេងៗតែខ្ញុំស្រឡាញ់មែនទែន» និពន្ធដោយ: ហ្វេល នីវ៉ាន់

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!

- روايه تجمع الثغرات بداخل الجميع وايضاً البساطه الحنونه ، فيها المريض والحزين والكسير والمنجرح والمنهزم والمدمن والطموح والغير مختار مساره بعد ولكن موج الروايه ستجعل تلك السنين التي سيعيشها بهذه الروايه تختلف تماماً عن سنين عمره الماضيه ، بطلة روايتي { نجود } تعيش بـ احد الديار القريبه من نجد تحت محاولاتها لـ اكمال دراستها وعندما تُتاح لها الفرصه تنفتح امامها كل مشاكل الارض وبعد تخطيها تجد عذاب دنياها بـ انتظارها ولكنها تجهله حتى يصبح لهيب ناره يحرق جوفها ، بينما بطلي { جابر } يعيش بـ اراضي نجران بين المخدرات والحياه الكسيفه وتسمى حياته بـ لاحياة لمن تنادي فـ السموم سممت دواخله ليس حُب بها يلتهمها انما عنادً بـ الجميع وايضاً يعشق عندما تفصله عن واقعه وتجعله انسان بغير ضمير واحساس لكي لايعذبه ضميره على افعال لم يكن له ذنبً بها ولكن تلك السموم كانت سببً بها يُعاتب ذاته على اخطاء لم يقترفها ولازال يحاسب ذاته عليها عندما يخرج من سجن ويدخل للأخر. - هذا تفصيل صغير عن ابطالي ولكن البقيه اريد ان تتعرفو عليهم وتستمتعون بقصصهم المختلفه ولـ عوالمهم الغير متشابهه بقلمي الذي ينزف على الصفحات ليخرج من دمائه اساطير لن يتخطاهم الزمان ولا ذاكرات القراء. - [ الكاتبه مها🕯️❣️ ]