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A collection of poems created from different times of my life. Each poem may depict different emotions and state of thinking while other others may be of a mixture. Some may show the down times and some ups as well as some fictional and some autobiographical.

Was just feeling heavy one day so I wrote out a vivid moment from when I was 11 to lighten the feeling. I just want to put this out there for anyone who struggles to express emotions to show them writing can be a medium.

A gentle collection of poems rising from chaos into clarity. These pages hold the quiet battles, the unspoken truths, and the soft rebirth of a soul learning to breathe again. For anyone walking through darkness, may these words remind you that light is already on its way.

December feels like a doorway a soft place where the year gathers itself and asks what we learned, what we carried, what we survived. These poems are pieces of my journey : the warnings I ignored, the devotion I misplaced, the victories I didn't see coming, and the quiet mercies that held me when I didn't know how to hold myself. This is my year, unfolded in poems faith, fragility, obedience, and the gentle ways God stitched me back together one lesson at a time. If you've walked through a year that stretched you, maybe you'll find yourself here too.

Letters which are dusty and forgotten from the void, with a history that speaks --- every letter that whispers moments and mysteries from the world of the endless.

Some people are loved loudly. Others are loved quietly. And some learn how to disappear while still being present. This is a story about a girl who was never abandoned- just never chosen.

"I Am The Devil." That's what they call me. The quiet boy in the corner who never laughs, never blinks first, and never forgives a lie. My eyes scare them, my silence unsettles them, and my honesty cuts too deep. I spend my days buried in books, dismantling the world one thought at a time, until she walks in - the girl who dares to look back at me without flinching. She's warmth, I'm frost. She's chaos, I'm control. And yet, she stays. But people like me don't get happy endings. I ruin everything I touch. And when love finds me, it doesn't save me, it shows me just how much destruction I can bring. This is not a story of redemption. This is the story of how I learned to live with being the villain of my own life.

A three-part poem series about being the child who was never chosen, the sibling who lived in the shadows, and the kid who learned to laugh so no one heard the hurt. This is jealousy, anger, sarcasm, trauma, and honesty poured into poetry for the ones who grew up feeling like an extra page in a family story.

Highest Rankings; #5 In LASTTIME #23 In CHERISHED The fear of forgetting a loved one as time passes is probably the best and the worst feeling, all at the same time. The senses dulling and their heart no longer recognising the beloved breeds the fear of losing connection with the desperate longing to hold onto memories and the hope that today won't be the day they forget what it feels like to be loved by the one they held dear, once. Today, I Hope Is Not That Day is the prequel to Today, I Hope Is That Day. If you haven't checked it out, feel free to give my profile a visit or you can also find the same using the link below. https://www.wattpad.com/story/396019162-today-i-hope-is-that-day PS: The cover page is drawn by me. xD

In a world addicted to noise, John is drowning in silence. After years lost to mental decay and drug-induced confusion, he wakes up inside the ruins of his own mind-his memories faded, his identity fractured. But as sobriety creeps in not with light, but with stillness, he begins a quiet, painful journey to rebuild. Through haunting reflections and philosophical questions, "The Ruins of His Mind" explores the fragile nature of memory, the search for truth, and the quiet strength it takes to rise from emptiness-not to find peace, but purpose. A raw, introspective story for anyone who's ever questioned the world-or themselves.

To Those Who Walk Through Darkness with wisdom in Their Hands.

What happens when you forget yourself for a moment? They say if lies didn't exist, truth wouldn't be so precious. The dumbest thing I ever said was, "I can't wait to grow up, to be my own person." But I belonged to everyone-except myself. I'm nineteen now. Am I living life, or just surviving it? This time, I've given my life over to the little miracle I gave birth to. I write so I don't forget myself. I stay silent so that everyone hears me-just so I won't forget, even for a moment. This isn't just a book. This is a story. My story.

I don't paint with precision. I paint with everything I feel. This is the story of what it means to love in color - wildly, sincerely, and without a guarantee of being understood. Told in six quiet pieces, this poetic journey follows one heart's attempt to give everything it is... even when it doesn't fit. For anyone who's ever offered too much, and still hoped to be seen.

Isn't it a paradox? How we sing praises of the moon's serene beauty but seldom honor the Sun, whose relentless fire keeps the moon alight. The Sun, selfless and untiring, burns in silence, giving without expectation, its brilliance too overwhelming for us to gaze at directly. We immortalize the moon in poetry and art, charmed by its cool glow, yet the Sun-steady, fierce, and unyielding-is taken for granted, its constancy mistaken for indifference. Perhaps it's easier to love what doesn't overwhelm us, what feels unattainable and distant. The moon invites us with mystery, while the Sun stands too close, too present, its warmth too familiar to cherish. Yet isn't that the ultimate sacrifice? To be so steadfast, so vital, that you become invisible in your giving. It's a quiet reminder: sometimes, the greatest acts of love are the ones we forget to see.

Hey! So this is my first ever "online book" and i'm so excited to share these lovely novels with y'all!! I hope you enjoy it and I would love feedback! <3 - Love Katt

There are loves that burn, and loves that heal - and somewhere between the two, we learn how to begin again. "Where the Light Finds Us" is a collection of poems about love's quiet afterglow - the spaces between endings and becoming, the soft strength that grows from heartbreak, and the moments when light still reaches us, even through the smoke. In these pages, fire becomes a language of survival. Silence becomes a form of peace. And love - no longer something to endure - becomes something that returns home to the self. Each poem stands as both confession and reclamation: a girl made of flame learning to trust her own warmth, a goodbye written in salt and tide, a heart learning to listen for the light that never left. Because healing doesn't happen all at once. Sometimes, it happens in the quiet - where the light finally finds us again.

A collection of short poems. Hope you enjoy!

There's battles that don't leave wounds and scars that aren't visible on the surface. How deep can you cut someone before they finally break?

excerpts from my journal, yeah this probably won't be interesting, but look anyway!!!!! **if any of my writing is dangerously similar to anyone else's I PROMISE that it is purely coincidence, I don't want to take credit for anyone else's work**