Feelinglost cerita

Busy street People walking in different ways Cars racing over an endless road Stop lights changing colors Students rushing Impatient folks waiting in a line Me over an immeasurable crowd #feelingLOST ------- continuation of He found me in the middle of nowhere by JazhieJeiQuinrix. collaboration with JazhieJeiQuinrix

poems that I write about my feelings towards situations, people or elements from my daily life

At times we become so distracted in the opinions of others that we forget who we are and so this is a reminder to never lose the upbringing you've had and all the factors that make you who you are. Enjoy :)

the usual.

When guilt weighs on your conscience like a thousand tonne brick, and you feel trapped within your own body, remember Allah is there for you in his ever-enveloping mercy. Therefore turn to him, before it's too late. _______________________________________________________________________ The Messenger of Allah (salAllahu alayhi wa sallam) said: "When Allah completed the creation, He wrote in His Book which is with Him on His Throne, "My Mercy overpowers My Anger." [Sahih Bukhari - Book: 54. Beginning of Creation, Hadith:416] ______________________________________________________________________ Sick of love stories? Perhaps you should give this a shot ;) :p Happy reading!

A poem about depression. Trigger warning it hints at suicide. If any of my friends read this, no I'm not considering it and no I'm not harming myself. Just really depressed. It's hard to explain.

Hi everyone, I hope everyone is having a good day/night. This time it's going to be a little different, this is actually based off a true story that happened in my life. And I'm just using this so I can try to make peace with it. Y'all are welcomed to read it if you like, and I hope you guys find it interesting.

Fiona Jackson doesn't really believe in anything. Not love. Not God. Not people. Not even herself, most days. Her story starts in 7th grade with a new school and a quiet attempt to become someone else. As the years go by, friendships shift, confidence cracks, and life gets heavier in ways no one warns you about. There are late-night conversations that mean more than they're supposed to, quieter years where Fiona learns how to keep to herself, and moments where everything she's been holding in finally spills over. This isn't a romance. It's a coming-of-age story about doubt, growing up confused, and slowly figuring out what - if anything - is worth believing in.

A collection of poems from a lonely pessimist

A LIST OF POEMS THAT ARE IN THIS BOOK A hospital trip Memories left with you Fading slowly Shining tonight Look up to the sky A fall so fast A part of my past Please stay Resent me I wish I could have I told you to stay Every night I pray Please don't leave me As I fade away I couldn't stay I Apologize While losing you

Well, I'm thinking of starting a poetry book, so tell me what you think. In case you were wondering, this poem is in fact about me.

"Sometimes your mind runs deeper than you thought possible." ~The Light That Brings You Darkness °Angel This is a poetry book The poems are all original I hope you enjoy Writing is your understanding of something and this is how I interpret certain situations or feelings.

forgive your past to move on

Oikawa thought that moving away would change his life, that he'd leave his life behind. But after moving into the little apartment, all hope for that jumped out of the window. This is gonna be really angsty, there are going to be mentions of deppression, suicide and mental strain and such. If you feel triggered by any of those I advise to not read this fic.

There was a murder committed in 1997, although some people would not have called it a murder, but there were some people that were just so hell bent on this being the worst crime ever committed in the small town of Cold Creek, Wisconsin. The story became so popular that there was not a person in the county; in fact, that did not know the amplifications of this infraction. It was because of this act that Mathew J. Degarbo has never met his father in his whole seventeen years of his life.

This is a poem of a humble loving child longing for a Mother's forgiveness.

This poem is about feeling alone and don't have no one by your side. It's like you in an empty box with no holes to breath out of.

Even though you need a line and a hook to catch fish, what's the use of fishing if you lack the bait to lure them in? Life works the same way, only this time, you are the fish. If you do not grab onto the fresh bait, and keep looking for the same crumbs of bread that tasted good good yesterday, but is horrible today, and awful tomorrow, how do you expect your life to be successful? You have to learn to adapt and grow out of your weakness and learn to tell which line holds the golden moment for your future, for they are as rare as the polished pearls that wash up on shore. Keep holding on, and don't give up, or you will miss the opportunity to see the beauty that lurks above the surface of your drowning ocean. This is just a book of short pieces that randomly come to mind whenever I have short bursts of inspiration. They may be short or sometimes long, but I hope you enjoy them nonetheless, and I'll leave the decision of whether or not these piece are good up to you, my loyal readers. I hope you have a better day than I do!