Myself Stories

This is my sanctuary. A place where silence is translated into verse, and where the heart finds the courage to speak without fear of being misunderstood. Poetry has always been the truest vessel for the things I cannot carry in ordinary words. I return to it whenever love graces my soul, and when sorrow lingers long after its farewell. Here, every poem bears witness to a season of my life, preserving what time would have otherwise asked me to forget. I have always loved writing. Not because it grants me escape, but because it teaches me how to remain. It reminds me that every joy, every wound, every fleeting moment deserves to be remembered. If ever I lose sight of who I am, may these pages lead me back to the person who found beauty in language and solace in ink. For as long as words continue to find me, I will continue to write.

HASIL PEMIKIRAN SENDIRI JANGAN COPY PASTE !!! "A-aku...?" Pisau itu terlepas dari genggamannya, jatuh ke aspal dengan bunyi nyaring. Suara itu menggema lebih keras dari petir. Ia mundur perlahan. Matanya membelalak saat menyadari tubuh yang tergeletak di depannya. "Tidak... bukan aku... ini bukan aku..." Tangisnya pecah. Histeris. @sofykhana

Hey, guys! :D In this book, you can ask me anything, it's either in tagalog or english, whatever you wanna ask, I'll answer it. Is it about my books?? Or... about my life??? Why do I like this or that??? ANYTHING!!! That's all, thanks! :D

Me making a diary for myself for no reason plus talking to myself or writing to myself cause I'm a psychopath and I like to talk to myself I'm finally back😭

Just A Poem Written By Me .✌️

The glass fragments of my heart are scattered upon the floor, but here is where I pick up the pieces to create a mosaic. An intricate arrangement placed carefully to create an image: versatile, interpersonal, and transformational. Like a butterfly 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

here are things I wrote to other writers and ideas like oc characters or other things. updates are random.

This is for the ones who've lost. Not just someone else, but maybe even themselves. Or maybe not anyone at all. Maybe they lost something that was a part of them. Or maybe they were hurt. Not only because of death. But also because of circumstances. Open this if you feel like you need to. Because sometimes, it's okay to ask for help.

My face

I love my big furry Saber Wolf and we have a lot of adventures together.

Being an only child while being rich is a dream, but being a Mafia Queen? that's a new level.

This book was inspired by the time I sat down and my nipple went into my belly button. Expect nothing. *** I will aim to add to this book every month * PLEASE HELP WITH ANY GRAMMATICAL AND SPELLING ISSUES YOU FIND.

Would you move your life across the world to be able to get your the future you've always pictured. That's what I did, but what happens when love gets involved. Can I allow myself to be loved? Carlisle Cullen story. Esme is in this. However, they don't aren't together

Friends to lovers

I have no idea why i wrote this? But it happened🤷‍♂️ I guess I had a creative phase

I have a lot of personal thoughts that i choose to keep to myself, i figured i would try to make a second book type writing practice just to keep myself mentally occupied:)

this is where I randomly post stuff. and I don't care if it's bad.

Help me

This is a my first collection of freeverse. As a young adult woman I found blending with the society is too hard. I realised being a woman with a strong attitude is somewhat difficult in where I live. Most of these words were written when I feel down because of some incidents I have to face like a woman. I hope people will learn to respect everyone no matter what's their gender identity was.

Innocent children beware of certain...scenes