2am Stories

Amara got the voicemail at 2:30AM. He didn't come home. Now she's learning that healing isn't something that happens to you. It's something you do. One shift. One bus ride. One empty coffee cup at a time. Healing is a verb. Even when it hurts.

Super cool solarballs crackfic I made!!! Enjoy ;3 (Please laugh, my humor is gone)

Some pieces aren't meant to be whole. They're meant to be held. Mal is a poet trying to rebuild a life she can't fully remember, one line at a time. After an accident left gaps in her memory , words are the only thing that still feels like hers. Lynx is an illustrator trying to outrun a life he can't forget, one sketch at a time. He draws at 2 am because silence is safer than talking. They meet in an ordinary diner that never closes . No names. No questions. Just coffee, a sketchbook and a notebook full of fragments. But when a drawing of her hands appears on his page...and a poem about him appears in her notebook , the silence between them starts to mean something. She writes to remember. He draws to forget. Healing doesn't mean perfect . It means the cracks are part of you now.

Thank you for showing me what love is

Some choices are easier to regret than to resist. Aanya knows better. Shaurya doesn't care. She's bold enough to challenge him, he's reckless enough to challenge her back-and somewhere between the arguments, the stolen moments, and the choices they promised themselves they wouldn't make, things begin to change. They know where the line is. They just keep getting closer to it. But what if the person you are trying your very best to ignore becomes the person you can't simply stop thinking about? Because sometimes, knowing better doesn't mean you'll choose better. One story.Two bold personalities.Too much chemistry?Too much love?Too much betrayal? So should the question be- WILL THEY FIGHT THROUGH THE CHAOS IN THEIR MINDS LONG ENOUGH TO FACE THE TRUTH? OR WILL THEY LOSE THEMSELVES IN THE PROCESS? Because If he was the fire spreading wildily,consuming everything in its way including himself,then she was the rain that quieted the flames.

Most bias to least bias boy group.

"Two am, and I'm still awake, writing a song If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer Inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd 'Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud" - Anna Nalick, Breathe(2 am.)

Straight from the heart. Hopefully you can relate.

this is just a place to dump my overwhelmed feelings nd my random thoughts

POEM

a collection of my thoughts and also some conspiracies.

Part 1

I write random things down depending on how I feel, now I'm sharing them with you... enjoy

Carminina is a collection of poetry that delves into the depths of sadness and heartache. Each poem within the book speaks to the pain and sorrow that can consume us in our darkest moments. The words flow like a river of tears, capturing the raw emotions of loss, loneliness, and despair. As a 15-year-old, reading Carminina feels like a glimpse into a world of emotions I can hardly comprehend. The poems resonate with me in a way that is both haunting and beautiful. They remind me that sadness is a part of life, but also that there is beauty in expressing our pain through art. Whether you are experiencing your own heartache or simply want to explore the complexities of human emotion, Carminina is a must-read for anyone seeking solace in the written word. Dive into its pages and let the words wash over you, offering a cathartic release in the midst of life's storms.

poetry i wrote while quarantined lol :/ (also credit to @smoljosuke on ig for the cover art)

A ever-updating collection of poems and monologues made to make readers feel and give a form to relate to.

No leads, no suspects and no evidence but bodies; yet something ties them together. It's two a.m. and there's one more dead body littering the streets. You'd better stay at home.

if you don't acknowledge what you're feeling, are you even feeling at all?