The Planet After Neptune
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- Votos 12
- Capítulos 4
Hi. This is 'poem psycho'. Poem psycho means; someone who addicted to write poetries. This is poem series called Planet After Neptune. And all of my poem written in English and Indonesian. And actually, i'm Indonesian. Enjoy reading! Don't forget to rate and leave comments! Xoxo
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My psycho (psycho x reader)(brothers)
This is a short story about a girl which will be you, it's written in fanfic style if you don't mind, I know I prefer when things are written like that so yea lol, anyways there's a completely and utterly physcopathic boy (around the age of 17 )who eventually kidnaps you because ur one of those normal loner pple who don't need sadistic phycos in their life, and u completely reject his company. Btw he's not like boarder line phyco he's the WTF kind, so prepare yourself. Also small poem I wrote : Me and the psycho sitting in the tree K-I-L-L-I-N-G First comes death and gore Then comes pain Then comes going totally insane ( from the little rhyme we all sang elementary school )Concluída
「pure limerence」
a male yandere bully x female reader book. warning, the book is cringey as fuck- [⚠️caution⚠️] story is not for the young, nor the sensitive. For it contains themes of rape, abuse, cussing, etc. (y/n) has been getting bullied by the same boy for three years now. What she was never aware of, was how crazy she was making him, simply by just existing. Though he might've not shown his affection at first, he later on snapped, and couldn't hold back his desires anymore. highest rankings: #8 in "smexiness" 18/09/2018 #3 in "bullyxreader" 13/10/2018 #18 in "maleyandere" 13/10/2018Concluída
GUILTY (Mxm)
I sit amidst the dingy shadows, enveloped by the stench of neglect. A week - or is it an eternity? - has passed since Declan's departure, leaving me shackled to this wretched existence. The darkness seems to suffocate me, an unrelenting shroud that wraps around my soul. My mind reels with the weight of my conscience, the crushing burden of what-ifs. If only I had listened, if only I had been wiser, if only... The torment of my thoughts rivals the agony etched on my body. Each bruise tells a story of regret, every wound a testament to my folly. Time lost all meaning in this bleak confinement. Days blend into nights, hours dissolve into an endless expanse of nothingness. I've lost count of the moments I've spent wallowing in self-loathing, my heart heavy with the weight of sorrow. My eyes, once bright and full of life, now hang limp, swollen from the deluge of tears. The Sahara desert would envy the ocean I've cried, yet the ache within me remains unquenched. The radiance that once defined me has faded, extinguished by the crushing blow of my own mistakes. In this desolate room, I'm forced to confront the shadows of my past. The silence is deafening, punctuated only by the haunting whispers of my conscience. Madness creeps in, its icy tendrils snaking through my mind, threatening to consume me whole. My reflection would be unrecognizable to those who once knew me. Sunken cheeks, hollow eyes, and skin stretched taut over brittle bones. My body, once strong and resilient, now trembles with each faint heartbeat. The frailty of my form mirrors the fragility of my spirit.Concluída
Yandere family ( Vtaekook).
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LOCK YOUR PAIN IN A BOTTLE
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Journey to the Depth of my Soul ✓
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Desolate
For those who belong nowhere, those who walk the face of the earth on their own, carrying their hearts in their palms, holding everyone together while they dissolve into air. So many souls are homeless, may it be their home. May they find peace in knowing they are not alone, if not, at least they won't feel as stray as I once did. The word is haunted. Not by ghosts. By a maybe. By the soft echo of a woman who once lit his path out of darkness. A woman who no longer remembers his name... But who still lives inside every choice he makes. He was not made to follow the rules. He was made to make them. Where a match may light a room, A flame like him sets a whole world ablaze. In this story, Truth wears a mask, and order is just chaos in disguise. His world, at last, reveals its true face, when he sets it on fire.
be my cynosure, stain my lips with aphrodisiacal delusions of us. touch me not, for the moment you do, i shall search for it for the rest of my life. collection of poetry reuploaded - 12•28•20
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