Pensive Stories

A short and simple story, from the perspective of a warrior after a battle.

I started writing to vent out my deep emotions. For me a poem is something that can never be subjective, it's always up for interpretations. When you get overwhelmed or happy or sad or anxious you can always opt for writing poems like I did and do. As per me poetry is one of the most amazing ways to wear your thoughts without revealing too much. I hope to write an endless amount of poems in future.

'It' desires a connection. It is a dire part of being alive. We chase it, we find it, we part with it, then ponder how something blissful could be terribly short-lived. This poem is about that bliss and the lack thereof. I wrote this a long time ago, and thanks to someone I, years later, developed the courage to put it out there. Enjoy.

you hear about murderers and serial killers all the time but chances are, you've never seen one in person. you might even go as far as to think you've never been in the same subway station as one. but you'd be wrong. dead wrong. especially if you lived in Lowell Greene's neighborhood where one may listen to you breathe at night...

"We look where you look, and there is just nothing." This is a collection of original poems that I have written during my free time, ranging from happy to sad, and uplifting to pensive. Some of these poems are pulled from a previous poem book that I wrote on Wattpad. I gave up on that one, so I deleted it and started this one instead. Enjoy! Highest rankings: #2 in melancholy #4 in pensive #12 in express

What if the narina siblings were born in the world of Narnia as wizards and witches, Siblings and unsure of the prophecy? A girl Sarawati, an orphan witch, who is also a witch from a future time enters the wardrobe of Narnia. She meets the Siblings, falls in love with Edmund Salazar Slytherin, and when she left back to her world....when Edmund died years later and was reborn in her time as Harry potter to stop the dark! light and reunited with his first and true love...how will it go...Will they win and be together as king and queen of magic once again... Book 1 is on Yr 1 to 2, Book 2 will be on the adventures in narina All characters belong to rightful owners and the prophecy will be different.

A poem that pulls you into knowing the mysterious and highly complicated act of sheding tears...

Until few months back,I assumed being introvert meant you consumed less energy talking and preserved most of it being focused in honing your skills to prove the world wrong and that being an underdog with latent talent to just surprise the world at the right moments.  My view was shaken after observing someone in my workplace. The change was well, the more you talk, the more gifted you are, the more developed your brain is. Because you talk more, you socialize more, you learn more than taking own efforts to find the answers and instead step On others knowledge, which is called being smart these days as it saves time. It also means you are not lonely and your brain is happier and can do its memorizing functions well, can retain more, learn faster and act as a catalysis to your smartness enhancement program running in the background of your main brain OS. While this could be said for people who are better examples, may not be true for those who are sad inside and there

a collection of poems

The manifesto of dreams , against the suffering that life brings , find the balance by all means to sew all that belongs to the seems ***A book of poems , and late night free writings***

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A compilation of poems stemming from times of darkness. For it's only in the dark when you truly appreciate the flicker of light, and that light is the glimmer of hope in the midst of our hurts. Hello, dear readers! As a general overlook, in this particular compilation, you'll find poems written during times of depression-many inspired from personal experiences in dealing with it, and others just having a melancholy theme. I share these dejecting pieces to provide comfort in relatability. This is my first time sharing my pieces publicly, which is rather liberating! Most of these I've had hidden away, always being too shy to share them. However, I decided to post these here to help other people dealing with depression. I share the dark times with you, so maybe it'll help you get closer to the light. You aren't alone, and I'm hoping the reassurance of it being a greater epidemic than just you, is a launching pad to healthily dealing with it. Just know you don't have to do it alone. Keep going. We need you :) *Also, I would like to add the mandatory legalistic writer's note; this collection of poems, as well as the cover, belong to me :) Basically, "Yay, I made dis!" Thank you! Hope you enjoy reading!

Tori is an eleven-year-old witch, and has just received her Hogwarts letter. When her dreams are interrupted by another witch's memory, she is warned that the memory is dangerous, and that the group deemed the Death Eaters a generation ago wants to get their hands on it. They hope that it will help accomplish the wishes of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. She has to learn Occlumency, and never can let her guard down. Who invaded her dreams to tell her? Why was she chosen? And when giving the memory up seems be the only safe option, what sacrifices will she be brave enough to make? Her friends? Her life? The Wizarding World? No one knows--not even her. Based off the Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling.

love, motherhood, possessing a father, picking up the pieces. [poetry] {RM 2023-2024}

(Oneshot) And why? Was it as simple as saying: I WAS HERE, proving that you had been here, done something to affect the world's spinning, even if you were now long gone? Draco decided he wanted to leave something behind other than lies and rumours. He wanted to leave something for people to remember him by, not to remember his father or the war. He wanted to leave a legacy. Just a random drarry oneshot enjoy x

Pensive /ˈpɛnsɪv/ adjective engaged in, involving, or reflecting deep or serious thought.

Sometimes, it so happens that a person enters your life and though he/she stays just for a week, their absence might affect you for a lifetime.

...Journals are more of a journey of trailing thoughts of whim. At the moment, what I feel translated into words to parlay some message. Sometimes obvious, sometimes vague - even to myself. As a reader, join me on that journey and perhaps help me to decode these thoughts.

THE VISCERAL poetry. {RM 2025-}