Oldsoul Stories

Just a girl, trying to release her emotions, jotting down anger, depression, pain, sadness, and creating poems. Poems that I want to share with YOU.

We, always Some bonds know no time. They do not break with death, they do not wear out with the passing of centuries, and they are never lost through names that change or bodies that transform. There is a soul that returns, again and again, crossing through eras, cities, wars, and possible futures. Every time different. Every time the same. And there is someone who, without knowing why, always recognizes it. We, always is a story of rebirths and of promises never spoken, of lovers who seek each other even when they do not remember having already lived through one another. It is a tale both dark and luminous, where the past is never truly past and the future observes in silence.

Dark romance. 🌹 🖤

"You think I'm crazy" He whispered, looking into your eyes. "I don't.. know", You slowly begin speaking. He furrowed his eyebrows but you spoke further. "But I know that you're not dumb, Five. And if there's a chance, that the apocalypse is real, it's our only choice to-" "-to at least try" he finishes your sentence A slight smile crossed both our faces. "What are you waiting for, Idiot?" -------------------------- Oneshots about a girl, who accidentally falls in love with an assassin and gets twisted into the complex and dangerous world of him and his siblings on their mission to save the world Two people, in love, twisted up in the differences of each other's worlds.

A figure walked aimlessly in an abyss, with motion of such dim weariness. Where sound is lost, no steps are heard. Without vision, no direction is found. Yet all transpires within the labyrinth of nothingness. And as it's where existence is bred, One, not more than Two, seeks its beginning. They wait, however, impatient. "P.. apa... papa..." It pleads. Inaudible as more arises, it knows no cease. It must finish its solemn vow. Until the endless space caves in to choke its words. The motion halts. Now within a tunnel, it stood... and from afar, as dull as it may be, a speck of light shone. "My beautiful Ahriadne..."

_________________________________________ An old soul is dipped in ink, leaving trails of heartprints every way it goes... _______________________________________ The double strand DNA book; Works Of Art , and Works Of HeArt. Poetry And Prose. Copyright © 2023 _________________________________________

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"When tears do no fall, when soul becomes old, i come with the words" - A, 2016.

When the chaotic colors of Neon meet the timeless scent of Incense, a new story unfolds one heartbeat at a time.

Girl gets in trouble. Girl has to be a mascot as punishment. Girl gets kidnapped by rival team and gets held hostage in a dimly lit garage as a prank. Oh, was that enough to catch your attention? No? Alright then read these very nice ratings. "Oh how I love A Good Pounding." - @thats whatshesaid012 "A Good Pounding leaves your heart hammering with excitement." - @naivety200 "Don't let the title fool you." - @trollmaster1800 WARNING GOING THROUGH MAJOR EDITING. I AM WRITING AS I GO. NO PLAN FOR THE FUTURE.

Old souls have unimaginable power, and some organization is hunting them down, but for what purpose?

A Simple Writing, As Simple As Someone, As Simple As Love.

The world has became slow isn't it. This poem has a hidden message for you, "You are not alone :)."

Colter College, the home of wild parties, old Victorian dorms that are crumbling at the seams, and eccentric students, carrying their own dark secrets. In many ways it is like many other universities, except for one thing, it is a cover-up for something far more sinister. Between battling her own deep insecurities and self-loathing, and trying to make it among the big shots, not always very smoothly, our heroine finds herself in a strange predicament. Someone has been leaving her flowers, daisies in little places for years. First, it was a live flower, then it became a symbol following her as she began climbing the ladder of success. As she settles in Colter, she meets a man, a man that she slowly begins to take interest in. As she discovers his cruel world, and his kind soul, she finds herself falling, while slowly realizing that she is entangled in a lot more than she had ever bargained for.

Splinters of the Soul is a raw, unflinching journey through pain, memory, and the fragments that shape who we become. These poems trace the scars carved by childhood, the weight of love lost, and the quiet echoes of moments that never truly leave us. This collection is not just poetry it is survival, remembrance, and the voice of a spirit that refuses to be erased. It is personal. It is vulnerable. It is the sound of wanting to be heard. Let each verse pull you into a world where broken isn't the end... Just the beginning. Most importantly to be heard to be seen.

A series of poems about or inspired by love

As if life wasn't hard enough being reincarnated in the very place he was born the first time around, surrounded by supernatural creatures. Life decided to throw his past and present life together in one big mess. Jeremy just wants to graduate and leave town but fate has other ideas.

The fleeting fate of the monster and fairy.

"In the quiet corners of an old church garden, where the morning sunlight filters softly through the leaves, two souls find comfort in the silence between them. A woman rests her head gently on a man's shoulder, both with subtle smiles and eyes closed, feeling the warmth of a moment that seems suspended in time. This is a story of nostalgia, love, and the simple beauty of life - where memories of joy and sorrow intertwine, and the gentle touch of the past colors every heartbeat. 'Morning Secret Garden' invites you to step into a world where emotions are felt in the rustle of dry leaves, the glow of golden sunlight, and the quiet understanding shared between hearts. A tale of timeless connection, serene mornings, and the unspoken language of love that lingers long after the moment has passed."