Mayismoving Stories

Free my soul so I can fulfil my vows, let me fly so I can explore the sky, let me paint so I can express my pain, set me loose and trust me, i'll come back to you.

POETICA 1st EDITION ❝He hurt me. So, I drank a venom and let this love die.❞ A miscellany of poems wrote by a girl who submerged in the depths of her endless melancholy. Since she can not fathom the words she wished to say, she dauntlessly grabbed her most tenacious weapon and let the blood of her words express her cornered emotions. ----- Started: January 22, 2019 Published: February 4, 2019 Ended: May 22, 2020 Wonderful banner & cover made by my friend: @xNurtellax (Seriously, you should check her graphics.) ----- Highest Rank Achieved ➡ #14 in Poetry ----- Copyright © 2019 by K-chan All Rights Reserved

COMPLETED (21.01.21) This is my first poem book on Wattpad. I've written poetry in different styles for contests, school-related purposes, based on something/someone, or for reflecting my thoughts. Some of these poems are a little cringe because I wrote them during times when my writing wasn't the strongest. My poems in this book have all sorts of themes/topics/genres. I tried my best not to include any swear words or be offensive to anybody in any way. If somehow you find something in this book offensive or disrespectful, please feel free to let me know and we can sort it out. The poems written in this book are from my imagination, so therefore I will not tolerate any form of plagiarism of this book. The words belong to me, the ideas belong to me, the poems belong to me, and only me. If you see this book elsewhere (on another account and/or another website), please REPORT TO ME IMMEDIATELY. This book should not be anywhere else other than on my account on Wattpad. If I plan to write this book elsewhere, I will let my readers know. --------------

Poems, poems. I do not own images.

A collection of poetry contest entries that most of can be found in its own book (that is the first 5) I get them all from one book that will be linked at some point here: https://my.w.tt/sGFnoEYv85 Not all of these are contest entries! If it doesn't say contest then I wrote it because I was bored! So yeah!

A soul and the alley ahead. There is nothing much to say about this one in all seriousness!

Self expression for me is one of the most important things a person can have. Ever since I was little, it has been a dream to make people feel something through my writing. Let them know that they are not alone. Here you will find feelings poured out on a digital document. Some from aggravating days at school, others inspired from the song I was currently listening too. Thank you for reading my thoughts. Writing is such a beautiful thing that I get to be a part of.

"November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year." ---Louisa May Alcott November mornings are rather gloomy. They don't have a Christmas, an Easter, nor Halloween. Nights on November are dull and pedantic, involving nothing but bare landscapes. Novembers are rather unwanted, -quick to arrive even quicker to leave, before the icy frost hits. Everyone wants a certain 'November' gone, for the new year to approach faster. This is November's Rebellion. A series of poems a certain cynical November writes, to disseminate his disdain regarding the world and the lies surrounding it. All the other months, are welcome to revel in November's greatness. .... "No, December, I am not jealous of you featuring in a Taylor Swift song!" "January, we already had this conversation! I ain't stealing your head of house position! I just like writing poetry---" "You're a lie, April--not 'your lie in April'. C'mon you're the joke of the year, get it? April's fool?" "L'amour, dear July---" "October's a sweetheart, I don't know which idiot decided to put up a scare fest in him. He runs crying to the bathroom, every Halloween‐--oh, it was a secret." P.S: it's just a bunch of depressing, sardonic poetry, that a pessimistic November writes every month---SHHH! He claims he only writes on November morns! ( Lie spotted! ) Note: Written for contest purposes.

for contest

We write poetry to extract whats deep inside our souls and make it known to the world. We use words that are cultivated from the chapters of our past to mould the future. Regardless of our inability to control certain things, the ones that we have managed to overcome tell great stories. I am a dream chaser that turned into a freedom speaker, A wild rose that bloomed with the essence of exotic beauty, a hopeless romantic that became hopefull in love. I am Me😌

Highest rank #121 in poetry This is a collection of my poems on love and heart breaks.. My love.... My heart is not mine,its yours, So many diseases , you're the cure. I am doing what i should, Holding my heart as tightly as i could.... language :- English

My foray into limericks

Entry for #wattpadpoetry2020 #mayismoving Collection of Poems, I will be adding more chapters to this collection

This is a limerick written specifically for a contest. Hope you like it.

For Contests and Opportunities. Feel free to check it out. ;)

This is were I keep poems that I write specifically for contests and challenges in 2020. The collection includes: Second place winner in Poet's Pub's "Biggest Competition Ever, week 1" with Peter's Cow Third place winner in Poets Pub's "Founder's Challenge", with Bury your fears Second place winner in Poets Pub's July challenge «Mythology» (The Sirens of New York, Cerberus; Guardian of Castle White and Trapped in the 21st century) Third place winner in WattpadPoetry's July 2020 Haiku contest «July is reflecting» with Sunflowers posing First place winner in Poets Pub April challenge «History: lost and found» (War shall cease this day, Kafka found, The mustached genius) Second placed winner in Poets Pub March challenge "Lyrically speaking" (In his mobile home, End the violence, Religion found - religion lost, Catch you on the flip-side)

Thoughts and images that turned in tears Tears that remained in pillow folds for years. Cover credits: @Kihi-98

Never mind the gap.