Abstract Histoires

❝𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄. ❞ ──────────────────── ━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, Jax turns distance into armor and [Name] mistakes silence for safety. yet when the past resurfaces, so do the feelings they denied: fragile, dangerous, and far too real to run from forever. ──────────────────── 𝜗𝜚 ; the amazing digital circus x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 ; jax x reader 𝜗𝜚 ; jax x fem!reader [ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗗: 07.31.2025 | 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗: XX.XX.XXXX ] ________________________ 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒; #1 in jaxtadc #1 in tadcxreader #1 in jaxxreader #1 in abstract #1 in gooseworx #1 in ribbit #1 in glitchproductions #8 in female

Balance, the silent hinge where opposites turn into one another. Part 1: Fragments Part 2: Illuminated

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

Welcome to my book of art! This is art I created from 2017 through present time. I'm not going to lie- this is filled with terrible pieces but got decent near the end. I guess it goes to show my art journey throughout the years. Feel free to share this book and help make others happy who can relate through my art!

Hey guys, these are just abstract writings that I posted on my Tumblr.

This is a book, comprised of words in which are slowly becoming unforgotten upon my heart. They have been trapped here for far too long and it's time that I shared them with the world. So come, dare to look within the depths of my very soul as I paint the truest colors of others, and the world alike around us. Within this book you will find the truest definition of everything I've come to realize, so I hope that you as-well will fall in love with them as I have. Who knows, perhaps within these cinder fragments you shall find pieces of yourself here too.

This is a place where I will post my finished art pieces. If you want to see the progression of these art pieces check out my Instagram @rhodeKi11. I also don't post all of my works here. I try to post most updates on my new projects. I won't have an update schedule for this, because sometimes I'm off and on with art and just need breaks every once and awhile. Also doing art takes time and patience. Also sometimes I run out of materials that I use for my media. So please do comment to update or anything like that. Hope you have or had a great day!

A 3rd attempt at writing the memories. The memories: An insight into a new form of civilisation that appears seemingly out of nowhere. But the truth is that they were here all along many, many times. The story starts after tensions and conflicts this mysterious form of being partakes in have seemingly come to a standby. The Memory war has caused the loss of a role indispensable to the memories, The Host. The Host is important to prevent the extinction of the memories, but the reason has been lost to the war. The war has caused a loss of identity and former knowledge. The memories try to seek across the universe for where the new Host might be, the search seems long and desperate until they meet Javen.

poetry.

Digital Abstracts

A young girl, who bares the curse of the forgotten remembers not even her name, but she takes what she does know and the memory of her people with her as she leaves the darkened Pit she calls home and travels past the wall and into the upper city. Started: 8/13/19 Ended: 8/15/19

What 15 years of my life had lead to my socially abstract world views

This book is a collection of all the poems, eye bouquets, etc. that I have written or enjoyed. Please comment and please tell me what you think. I wrote this in middle school so please take that into account. Eye bouquets are for blind people that did not start out blind. They are meant to remind that person of everything that they loved seeing. If you have a poem that you want me to include, please tell me in a comment and please list the author's name and the name of the poem. Please remember that I will list the name of the person who commented right along with the poem. Even though most people are honest, I don't want to get in trouble for plagiarism. I don't own the pictures and if I do own one of them I will mention it before the poem. Some parts (around the late 30s to early 40s chapters) may be triggering read with care.

This book consists of some covers that I've made. The purpose of this book is to give you an idea of what I can do where cover making is concerned. I can be quite versatile when making covers, so if there's something specific that you have in mind, I'll be happy to receive a description of the vibe that you're seeking.

A few short poems about desire, reality and what will or won't be. Some titles and poems are purposefully vague to encompass many things. Feel free to like, comment and share with friends.

Each chapter takes a single person, thing, moment, feeling, or experience and pulls it apart to focus on one aspect of it in great metaphorical detail. Enjoy.

A sequel to my previous volume of poetry, this time with a new theme- concretely poems of my life through my own eyes so far. Let your mind take you where it will. Enjoy :)

The few best out of 124 poems, all written from the age of eleven to now.

"Free souls are born where lightning and rainbow meets". Collection of my thoughts & poems. Im not a native english speaker so im not as eloquent and stuff compared to my writing in german . Let me know what you think! picture on cover by DALL-E

Love lost and love gained is a struggle, it's just a game of continuous push and pull, but who wins? Do you win when love is lost or gained?