Fromtheheart Stories

Short/Written poetry , each unique and different. Posted every Tuesday , and Thursday.

A digital archive of my personal life experiences while living in the great state of Alabama. I will continue to post as I write new content.

A set of humble poems I've written. The subjects are diverse. I'm unsure if I fully understand them myself, so a description would prove to be futile. CRITICS ARE APPRECIATED.

She never believed memories could flow like water- until the monsoon returned, carrying whispers of a love she once called her own. In a quiet village wrapped in rain and nostalgia, two souls meet again after years apart. He hides behind unspoken words. She carries a heart still aching for answers. Between them flows a river that remembers everything- the promises, the silence, and the love that refused to fade. A story of first love, heartbreak, and the kind of connection that time can't wash away. Because some rivers never stop following... they just find new paths to reach you again. "Love doesn't end-it waits, like a river that never stops flowing."

THIS BOOK CONTAINS SOME THOUGHTS THAT WE THINK OF IN MIDST OF THE VALLEY AND THE DEPTHS OF THE SEAS😌❤ this book have some poems and thoughts that we had faces or experience before. Poetry really calms our minds and tames our soul. It's been my current passion that I discovered in myself not long ago and I promise to post as much as I can until my feelings and imagination drains leaving me lifeless. AND DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT AND VOTE BECAUSE IT MATTERS A LOT ❤

a collection of poems inspired by late night thoughts ... ♡

(Free Verse Edition) These are the poems from my heart, written once again for the one I love.

Just some stuff I ponder about. Poems, writings, rants etc.

The place for your wandering mind. -The invisble reader

Dick Grayson could do a lot of things. Being able to properly express his feelings to the most important person in his life is not one of them. Or, that one fic where Dick Grayson writes Barbara letters because he can't say it in person. ~Just another DC book that I'll never update~

her smile never dimmed from the hatred they tried to shove under her skin ____________________________________ Beautiful cover done by @Aileedales Poems;some short and not so short all woven from the mind of an aspiring poet. ©Please don't steal my work :)

every thing on my mind

im·ag·i·na·tion /iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/Submit noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses.

My thoughts, when the world is still, and I am hidden in the dark.

I cannot believe that after all this time, ten years of being in foster care with nothing and no one, that I couldn't wake up to myself and try and figure out how to do something with my life and become someone. I cannot believe that I'm still sitting in my shared basement room with another foster kid the same age as me, stoned, still pondering on the same thoughts that I've had almost every night for three years. I watched Ash my 'foster brother' as he took a drag from our shared joint, and passed it out to me. "I don't want anymore." I told him as I stood up made my way over to my single mattress on the floor that stood four feet away from Ash's, both accentuating our solid 3 metre squared cement block with a complimentary familiar feeling of being unwanted, like everywhere else Ash or myself have ever stayed at. "Yeah... Me either." He looked down as he rubbed out over half a joint and laid down in his own piece of spring and fabric.