Vulnerability cerita

In the shadowed hours when sleep evades the weary soul, we build altars from the fragments of a fractured world - raw free verse that confronts the ego's crushing weight and the digital haze of modern exile. These poems draw from noir nights and Catholic introspection, unearthing resilience amid PTSD's echoes, Ozark folklore's whispers, and a faith that questions even as it clings to Christ's sacrifice in the stranger's gaze. Here, beauty blooms in imperfection: an outlaw's crown forged from internal turmoil, societal manipulation, and the slow, deliberate repair of a GenX heart scarred by life's dust and screen-lit nihilism. With a gravelly edge and a defiant grace, the collection favors practical gratitude over grand illusion - inviting readers to linger at these insomniac altars, where transformation whispers louder than chaos. For readers who crave poetry that bleeds honesty, resists the rush of progress, and finds divinity in the everyday grind. A collection that listens for one blood's cry - and lingers like a half-remembered dream.

3 a.m. echoes and golden hour realizations. these poems are for the learners, the dreamers, and the ones still finding their color.

Some walls aren't meant to stay up forever. Meerab Malik has spent a decade perfecting the art of keeping her emotions close to her chest. She's successful, independent, and completely over her first heartbreak-or so she thinks. But when fate brings her face-to-face with her family friend, the reason why her heart broke into pieces all those years ago, the years of careful emotional construction threaten to come undone. Murtasim Khan remembers the brilliant girl who used to hide behind books and oversized clothes. What he doesn't expect is the stunning woman who can hold her own in designer clothing and sharp comebacks. Intrigued by her transformation and determined to scratch this new veneer, he's not backing down-even when she acts more adversarial than friendly. When old wounds resurface alongside undeniable attraction, Meerab must decide whether to risk her carefully guarded heart. Will she let herself be drawn into his world-deeper than she ever imagined, faster than she's prepared for? Or will the memory of being invisible to him prove stronger than the fire burning between them now? **This story will eventually have mature themes. Please read at your own discretion.**

You won't notice when I am gone You don't notice when I stay

A driven, bisexual college student, haunted by a past relationship with a guy, unexpectedly falls for a charismatic lesbian musician who challenges her to embrace vulnerability and discover what those eight little letters truly mean. This story is inspired by the song "8 letters" by Why Don't We

A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

For the painfully aware. For the people who escape within words and stories and fiction. To those who cry themselves to sleep. For all of the empty promises and hours spent in solitude. I hear you-I am you. It gets better. You only ever enjoy the sunshine, after all you've felt was rain. Life is a series of moments. So, thank you for spending yours with my words. To those who find pieces of themselves in my poems, thank you. your presence here means everything ♡ •A Baroque Collapse collection•

When the storm is at its worst, they come to her for shelter and light. She offers an umbrella, a flashlight, a moment of warmth. But when they leave, they never look back, never noticing the blood beneath the rain. A poetic prose about emotional labor, quiet sacrifice, and the unseen pain of those who help others survive the storm.

Some sides of us are easy to love. Others carry the weight of what we have lost, the memories that linger, and the questions that never go away. A prose poem about being fully seen, fully felt, and wholly accepted even when it's complicated.

𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬. (Highest ranking:#1 in #poetry,#5 in #poem,#5 in poems,#3 in lovepoem.)

The setting of this story takes place in an alternate universe where Voltron never happened, and miraculously, Keith never got expelled from the Galaxy Garrison. Instead, we get to explore the dynamic of rivals-turned-friends (and eventually lovers) between James Griffin, and Keith Kogane. Ummm I still haven't figured out a good title lol... sorry about that. I'll probably update it once I have more of the story written out.

"What I Felt, When I Felt It" is a collection of intimate short stories that explore the flow of emotions in everyday life. Each page captures a fragment of lived experience, a moment frozen in time where joy, pain, anger, hope, and vulnerability intertwine. This book tells the journey of my heart. It was created to recognize, embrace and understand those feelings I often leave unspoken or confused. "What I Felt, When I Felt It" a sincere testament to the complexity and beauty of the soul. I hope that just as it helps me with my emotions, it can help you too.

A headline exposes the reality of choosing to love someone in the public eye - not through betrayal, but through perception. Instead of reacting with insecurity or assumption, Lyla took the space to process, and Kenneth responded with care. What comes next is not conflict, but a conversation that deepens their trust and tests the strength of what they've built.

When Siren ends her five-minute engagement in front of her childhood crush, she doesn't expect to see him again-let alone fall for him. He's calm where she's wild, steady where she's fire-and completely off-limits. Because the one thing she's always dreamed of-a family-he knows he can never give her. But some loves burn too deeply to let go.

They said don't retire They said don't stop writing poetry They wanted to talk so much about me, and I had a lot of things that I've kept in the chamber From an ex-fiancé who slandered my name and integrity, to church members who wanted me to stop performing. These bars and poems are meant to be spoken and written. This is too raw to be considered poetry. This is my story. Act One Scene One...

Maria Joana Ramonel had built a fortress around her heart, brick by brick, after her devastating breakup with Rex. The pain of that betrayal had hardened her, leaving her convinced she wasn't worthy of love. She'd entered a self-proclaimed "hoe phase," a whirlwind of flirtation and fleeting connections, avoiding intimacy while simultaneously pushing men away. She could charm any guy she wanted, but the moment they reciprocated, her interest vanished. One thing was certain: Maria Joana had sworn off commitment, convinced that love only brought pain. Then Toshiya Faustino, a young man who valued genuine connection over shallow games, entered her life. He was the kind of guy who made your heart skip a beat, the type you'd dream of dating. But Toshiya was immune to Maria Joana's usual charm. He saw through her facade, sensing the vulnerability beneath her carefully constructed walls. Would Toshiya's genuine interest break through Maria Joana's defenses, or would their paths lead to a collision of conflicting desires and painful realities?

The story of how a single 40 something woman finds love unexpectedly at her Heart Doctor's office. The #teddybear turns her head and she can't ignore how he makes her feel. #loveafter40 Here's what happens after the day she meets him for the first time. The story plays out and you are wondering what happens next. Will their relationship sail into the sunset? Or....?

DEAR SELF, YOU DON'T HAVE TO REPLY ©️ 2021 by RMAL

A poetry chapbook written by Rachelle Andrea. Seven new poems, each representing a different stage of life. Sprinkled in plant imagery, this book starts off with a poem consisting of a reminiscent ramble about childhood and ends with a poem about processing heavy emotions as an adult. Throughout each poem, the reader can notice a shift in the lens of the speaker. The mindset is always changing, which showcases the speakers' growth. This is, Flowering.