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Fever & Frost: Poems of a Contradictory Heart

These poems were never meant to follow one story. They came from rainy windows and quiet monsoons, from love that arrived softly and grief that arrived without warning, from friendships that stayed and ones that faded, from mountains and oceans and moons that asked for nothing back. This is a small collection of everything I felt but rarely said out loud - moments of stillness, quiet love, unspoken grief, the people who stayed and the ones who didn't, and the slow, uneven process of learning to put myself back on my own list. A few pieces from this collection live here on Wattpad. The complete book" The Way I Found Myself "is now available on Kindle. If even one of these poems makes you feel a little less alone, or a little more understood, then sharing them was worth it. 🤍

"For the hearts that feel too much, too often, too deeply. These poems are for you" This is a collection of feelings that you all might be bearing. I just want to be someone who understands you.

love. let's talk about love. all kinds of love.

cherries bursting on virgin taste buds under a midnight sun

Life with the eyes of love. Feel free to share and vote the pieces inside that you think worth doing the same. PS: All the criticisms are welcomed. Update: One of my oldest poems I ever wrote, when I re-read them I feel like it needs some rework, so expect some changes in the poems in the future.

Just some thoughts and emotions that everyone can relate to, I mean everyone has experienced teenage love. Well.... that's what this is. (It's called 1 am confessions because, I wrote all of these at 1 am and around that time... Well at night when you know everyone is asleep and there is no one around you to judge you. You have a paper and a pen, and you just write down everything that you feel or felt the whole day... and it becomes a piece of things you wish you could say aloud but never did... well it's quite relatable so have fun!) -Sinchana Prabhakar

a collection of poems stitched together with girlhood, aching hearts, silent battles, soft rage, love that lingered too long, and feelings too heavy to say out loud. these poems are for the girls who overthink at 2am, romanticize the rain, carry entire oceans inside their chests, and learn to survive while still remaining soft. this is not just poetry- it is growing up, breaking quietly, healing slowly, and becoming someone new between the lines.

​What happens when the person who built your world is the very one tearing it apart? ​Bruised Heart And Heavy Silence explores the agonizing paradox of a love you cannot leave. It lives in the tension of an invisible tether-a silver wire forged in devotion that binds you to the person who hurts you deepest. The harder you fight to break free, the tighter the cord pulls, cutting straight into the raw space where healing ought to live. ​Through evocative, unfiltered verse, this collection maps the push and pull of toxic attachment, the illusion of escape, and the brutal truth that running from the one you love often hurts worse than staying in the ruin. This is a deeply moving anthem for anyone caught between the instinct to survive and the heart's refusal to let go.

For every soul that has loved, lost, and still believes in healing. ❤️

a short rant about loneliness

Just poetry I write

From 2015-2016 I forced myself to write a poem every single day. The end result was 365 poems. Here is just a handful I could stand to share.

My personal feelings and thoughts about "God" **its probably not long enough to be a book, I just wanted this to be seen** Thank you

I write and think of lots of stories and I also do some poetry. I think it's about time I actually share some of my work! Considering these stories are incomplete feel free to use any of my works so long as the proper credits are given! Please feel free to correct and grammar mistakes as well as offer constructive feedback and criticism. <3 If you have any questions feel free to reach out!

Poetry about everything I didn't say the ones I loved. Everything I didn't tell the ones I cared Everything I didn't share

Just spilling my heart out, it gets dark here....

A quiet unraveling. A tender wreckage. Words of a Wounded Heart is a collection of prose and poetry born from the soft ache of loving, losing, and learning. Each piece is a fragment of a year spent feeling too much and saying what was often left unsaid. Written in moments of clarity, numbness, and quiet rage, this work captures what it means to hold on, to let go, and to survive the aftermath. For anyone who's ever made someone the exception. For anyone still trying to unlove gently.

A collection of poems.