Spoken Word Poetry

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It doesn't count until you start telling the truth. 




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March, 2024 "Spring brings hope of love in a person's life." When I close my eyes, these words still echo in ears. I remember them as if I've heard it yesterday. I never wanted to trust these words, I never wanted to fall for her, I was okay with the way I was, But....she happened. And I don't regret it. It's been two years now, I'm getting back to my routine after 'that' incident and a re-start is never easy. I can't remember myself in what state I was for the past two years. Was I eating right? was I doing fine? Or was I sleeping on time? I don't even remember myself talking to anyone. All I could do was sleep to deny the reality, in a hope, and if it's a dream, it will end soon. With a lot of reluctance, I got up to get ready for the university as they said that getting endulged in work will make me feel better. But how can I grow past those memories when I am getting to the same place where 'it' all had started and ended. When people leave, they leave their living impressions even on lifeless objects, and it's every corner will only remind them of those from which I'm trying to escape. As soon as I entered the university premises, I started getting deep into the trail of old times, when the Batch 2021-22 struck my mind, along with a name that had fluttered my whole life. Hi, I am Nazareth Salvador, and this is my story.

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!

Asians, Hispanics, Europeans, WWE Fans, Debate Peeps, You Name It, We Got It. by writers_we_are

This is a collection of thoughts, from a bunch of teenagers who are facing the world for the first time, hopefully you will find the truth in what we say and take the advice we love to give. Don't follow in our footsteps though, they tend to lead to trouble. ~Watty Awards 2013~

No incest, rape, forced sex..... Otherwise open for suggestions/requests. I think my writing continuously progresses with the chapters. Do give the later chapters a read first....

These are all stories I came up with, some are finished and some aren't. I may complete some later on, maybe. You may notice my writing has more description than plot, I do that on purpose to give a poetry yet still story effect on my writing. I'm open to constructive criticism but if you are cursing at me and informally speaking then I'm not going to listen to you, thank you for reading my description! (: PS; most of these are driven by individual feelings yet exaggerated (that's where the vibe of poetry comes in)

I'm not great at writing descriptions, so I'm not adding a description of the story. However, I hope you give the story a chance. It's something different that I'm trying to write, and I hope you enjoy it. Please take a moment to read it. Tropes : Age gap Second chance Forced marriage Unrequited love Melo - Drama Single-Parent Happy ending NOTE: Dear readers,I have edited the book and added English translations for the dialogues. This is a standalone story, and while I've used the same names in different books, they are not related to the characters here. It's just a matter of not having new name ideas. Please consider this a separate book with no connection to my other works. This is my second book, so there might be some mistakes-please ignore them. I'm open to suggestions for improvement, but kindly refrain from leaving negative comments. While the age gap might not appeal to everyone, please remember this is a fictional story, and you can interpret it as you wish. Some chapters contain mature content, which you can skip if you feel uncomfortable. Thank you for reading and supporting my work. Happy reading!

[Featured by wattpad romance, teen fiction, young adult and psychologicalnovel] Joy Jones was a seventeen-year-old kind and optimistic girl working in her grandpa's flower shop, but she had a secret. She was suffering from acute lymphoblastic leukaemia and wanted nothing, but to die peacefully. That was until Logan Kellerman, a young man with suicidal tendencies came storming into her life and stole roses from her grandpa's flower shop. Instead of running away with what he came for, he found himself falling deeper and deeper into her as she made his heart skip in delight, for she was, in her own words, a little bit of Joy. * * * from some of my readers of this book, thanks❤- ❝I LOVE YOUR STORY OKAY. THIS STORY AND YOUR WRITING- IT GIVES ME HOPE YOU KNOW.❞ - aimawrites ❝This is so different than so many stereotypical stories on here and i'm so glad i read it.❞ -lepus_leporis ❝They're both so poetic and beautiful and perfect for each other. GAHHhh I love them.❞ - alycecaswell ❝The way she vividly describes the world makes me so happy. Heat keeps rushing to my cheeks in pure euphoric joy. This book is making me so grateful for everything around me and I never want it to end.❞ - nylammeeyn [highest rank: 7 in sad] [cover by soulanatomy]

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Behind Classroom Doors III by GhostWriter4717

--------------(Student/Teacher Series) My journey with love is something I hope no one else has to go through. I'm not a saint, I've made mistakes, but I was also made a victim. There was a time in my life where I was so scared to be labeled as such, and I pity her. I pity her because she was scared of what everyone else thought of her. She never thought to ask, "But what about me?" And so, that is what I want you all to take out of this story. Because I'm not scared anymore. Fuck what everyone else thinks.

Till The Spring

March, 2024 "Spring brings hope of love in a person's life." When I close my eyes, these words still echo in ears. I remember them as if I've heard it yesterday. I never wanted to trust these words, I never wanted to fall for her, I was okay with the way I was, But....she happened. And I don't regret it. It's been two years now, I'm getting back to my routine after 'that' incident and a re-start is never easy. I can't remember myself in what state I was for the past two years. Was I eating right? was I doing fine? Or was I sleeping on time? I don't even remember myself talking to anyone. All I could do was sleep to deny the reality, in a hope, and if it's a dream, it will end soon. With a lot of reluctance, I got up to get ready for the university as they said that getting endulged in work will make me feel better. But how can I grow past those memories when I am getting to the same place where 'it' all had started and ended. When people leave, they leave their living impressions even on lifeless objects, and it's every corner will only remind them of those from which I'm trying to escape. As soon as I entered the university premises, I started getting deep into the trail of old times, when the Batch 2021-22 struck my mind, along with a name that had fluttered my whole life. Hi, I am Nazareth Salvador, and this is my story.

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