Poesie Stories

English-Italian Il mio specchio dell'anima. Tutti i pensieri che escono incontrollati, tramutati in versi, per far si che non si tramutino in sabbia rincorsa dal vento. My soul's mirror. All thought uncontrolled like a stormy sea, turned into verses, to don't steal them at the mercy of the wind. #1 racconto #1 pensieri #2 versi #1 poesia #14 amore

A collection of whimsical melancholic poetry, written with love 💌

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

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**Scene Excerpt:** Instinctively, I reached for her, pulled her toward me, wrapped an arm around her back and held her as if that was exactly what I should have been doing all night. Her slight frame fit frighteningly well against my side, her body warm, her breathing uneven. I stroked her back in a steady, soothing rhythm, trying to understand what had happened without pressing her for answers. After a while, she lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes glassy and tired. Then she leaned in, slowly, uncertainly, as if she wanted to kiss me. As a thank you. Or out of desperation. Or maybe both. I gently held her back. "No," I said quietly, barely more than a breath. "Not like this." She blinked, seeming to need a moment to process my words. "I'm sorry," she murmured then, the words heavy on her tongue. "We're just friends. I know." That sentence-my sentence-hit me harder than I had expected. "If tomorrow," I said calmly, resting a hand against her forehead, "if you still want to kiss me when you're not drunk anymore... then do it. Okay?" Without thinking, I pressed a fleeting kiss to her forehead. No calculation. Just instinct. She clung to me tighter, pulling me closer, and I let her. More than that-I enjoyed it. Cara has learned to stay silent. About guilt. About things that can't be undone. And about a past she keeps carefully hidden. Jan believes in order, in rules-and in the idea that life makes sense if you follow them. But on an old estate on the Spanish coast, he meets a girl who quietly, yet irrevocably, begins to shake those convictions. Between horses, sea air, and unspoken truths, a closeness grows-cautious at first, then dangerously honest. Because some stories refuse to be buried. And some feelings demand more than courage. The photos are from Pinterest

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Random texte und einträge über mein Leben. - Kurze Kapitel - Könnte evt. Triggern

Un pot-au-feu de poèmes, nouvelles etc (que je ne remplirais jamais et c'est ok). Je ne respecte pas les règles de la poésie, de toutes façons on est pas sérieux quand on a 17 ans 👍 Malheureusement je ne suis pas Rimbaud, juste nulle en poésie 🙌

A special collection by Jian.

sad,happy&funny E N G L I S H

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Last night I married your lips. At dawn I took your heart. Before it flew away. I kissed your soul. The sun is rising, we must leave. Cette nuit j'ai épousé tes lèvres. À l'aube j'ai pris ton cœur. Avant qu'il ne s'envole. J'ai embrassé ton âme. Le soleil se lève, il faut qu'ont partent. Receuil qui à commencer au début du mois de juillet 2020. ⚠️Tout les textes qui sont dans ce receuil sont de moi, merci de respecter mon travail, tout plagiat sera sévèrement sanctionné.

- fallenmoon

This is my mind, my words and everything I collected in the past till now and what is yet to come.

Hier habe ich Gedichte, Zitate und Gedanken von mir oder Bekannten (die ich erwähnen werde) geschrieben. Ich bin E. ^^ Englisch & Deutsch & Chinesisch Alle Rechte vorbehalten. Viel Spaß! -cpop_girl

Different thoughts, mixed in one mind.

Quelques petites poésies, juste par envie...

Le tue ali sono spezzate come quelle di Lucifero Il tuo cuore è andato in frantumi Come una roccia che si scaglia contro un muro. ---------------------------- Torno ad usare questa piattaforma dopo tantissimo tempo. Senza aspettative se non quello di provare a condividere ciò che scrivo con voi.

Weil wir manchmal Lieben. Weil wir manchmal Hassen. Weil wir manchmal glücklich sind. Weil wir manchmal traurig sind. Weil das Leben eben so ist.

Pleins de petites histoires, de nouvelles, de textes courts ou longs, de sortes de proses et qui parlent d'adolescence, de rencontres, de ce qui peut nous submerger ou nous faire sourire et d'autres trucs.