Numb Stories

Everyone thinks they understand me now. They read my words, they see my scars, and they act like they know what it's like to carry everything all by yourself. But they don't. And I don't want them to. I'm done with friendships that end, love that leaves, and places I'll only ever have to say goodbye to. I just want to be invisible. I just want to be numb. But what if the quiet stops working?

Hello~ Welcome to my poetry book^^ In this book, you will find a collection of poems I have written (and am writing) throughout the year. I hope you like it and make sure to let me know what you think~~ XOXO, minnie

A place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading. Each of you matter. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read my work ❤️ * PS: My newer poetry is toward the top! Older writings are toward the bottom. ❤️⭐️ • There are themes that may be triggering. Read at your own discretion. • Strong language in some of them. • LEAVE A COMMENT! I APPRECIATE ALL CRITICISM 😊 ------ Achievements: #1 in poetry contest (12/1/22) #1 in numb (4/24/23) #1 in poetry contest (5/6/23) 5K Reads: ➡️ 7/26/23

imagine being a clown 🤡

just read and find out🖤

"Cat Blanc, Lady Rage, I order you to give me your miraculous. But first, since I've already won, I'l let you have a little fun. Cat Blanc, I give you the ultimate power of destruction. Lady Rage, I give you the power to absorb destructive energy and use it as your own. I'll even offer you this: whoever beats the other gets to keep their powers. Do we have a deal?" Both Ladybug and Cat Noir look at each other in absolute loathing and give a simple "Yes Scarlet Moth" before being enveloped in purple and black smoke. Takes place during Season 4 after Gang of Secrets and before Mr. Pigeon 72. If you haven't watched Guiltrip I would watch it before you read. Thanks.

Compilation of poems reflecting the uneasy but numb feeling of people who never sleeps at night. Do you feel sad? Do you feel alone? Do you think your insanity is gone? Or you just feel empty and drowned? Then at 3 am, maybe you'll fall asleep thinking about these thoughts that will haunt you endlessy, or maybe you won't fall asleep at all. This is how I think. These are the thoughts that veiled my mind. These are my poems, hitting me hardly but may hit you too differently.

a short poem about slowly losing someone

Thomas is a young, compliant man who is the saving grace of this family's business and life. Thomas is often overlooked. After years of being the independent backbone of how this family operates their farm, Thomas has dreams of getting away from farm life altogether; he wants to do something bigger. No matter the size, just bigger.

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Poems for everyone struggling 😔✌🏼

Un married at thirty-three in India, the land of gossipers, isn't what I asked for, but it is what it is. ​A plain, over-sweating, spectacle-wearing science teacher. ​I know I'm not a catch. ​But then he came. A guy three years younger than me. ​He's asking for my hand in marriage. I asked him if his head was okay. Did his mother drop him often as a child? ​Because marrying me was a bad idea. A very bad idea. ​And we executed the very bad idea. ​Now I don't know what I'm going to do with him-or myself. ​Mythili. Married?

Riley doesn't remember the last time someone asked if she was okay. Not really asked. Not in the way that meant they were going to stay for the answer. She is seventeen years old and she has already learned the most important lesson this town has to offer - that people leave. They leave with promises folded neatly in their pockets, with good intentions they fully mean at the time, with duffel bags and bus tickets and fifteen days that turn into three years without a single word. They leave, and the ones left behind learn to stop waiting by the window. They learn to stop setting an extra plate. They learn to breathe around the absence until the absence just becomes the air. Riley works the late shift. She carries drinks to tables without being asked twice. She doesn't flinch at loud voices anymore. She doesn't cry at things that used to make her cry. She has become very good at being invisible in a room full of people - and even better at being invisible to herself. This is not the life she imagined. But it is the life she has. And she has made her peace with it, quietly, the way you make peace with things you never had a choice about. She is not waiting for anyone anymore. She stopped doing that a long time ago. Until the night a familiar face walks through the door - and three brothers who left her behind must now face what their absence built. Because blood doesn't forget. And neither does Riley.

A brush with the paranormal takes Ruba to opportunities that she never thought she would accomplish. As Ruba is growing up and figuring her self out, she's sure that witchcraft is her thing. Not only is she practicing witchcraft, but she also practices Catholicisme. Will her mother be able to handle the truth? Casting ordinary spells and hex spells is just the beginning. Ruba is one mean and powerful witch but must conceal her power in order to live an ordinary life without anyone knowing except for her friends - Amy, Joseph, Willow and Michael.

The way darkness shape us

I'm not sure what this is going to be yet but it's going to be sad.

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This is for a good friend of mine, I can't tell her these things in person so maybe this will work better...