Overwhelmed Stories

Izuku Midoriya is the promising knight and being respected by everyone. He's knight who protected his red princesses as he fell in love and want to confess them after his mission. He's betrayed by his kingdom just because they so called 'hero' accused him for sold his soul for demon and want to take over the kingdom, everyone even his family and his crushes believe what hero said and he's banishing from kingdom. Many years later he came back to fulfill his promised

C A R R O U S E L "I have spent my life watching the world go by, but I find I cannot look away from you." "Then stop being a spectator, Benedict, and step into the storm." A thousand days of silence and a rhythm only they can hear. In which Cassia Altair, the untamed wild card of a dying feud, becomes the only truth Benedict Bridgerton is brave enough to paint, igniting a fire that refuses to stay within the lines. BRIDGERTON FANFICTION benedict bridgerton x cassia altair

A hollow made girl with no heart goes on a rampage to kill and act innocent just for being a little girl in the 1800's Throughout this novel you will start to see Lorraine is more of the victim after trying to get her disabled mother back from these men who took her.

So this poem is inspired by the latest live by Jungkook. i was physically able to experience the anxiety and overwhelmed feeling he seemed to be going through. i may be projecting (though i highly doubt that). this has been me lately✌🏽.

I turn my grief into verses so it has somewhere to sit quietly.

This book contains heart felt, passion - driven poems, from "Revenge" to "The Man and the Wolf". Read them at your pleasure, and take a wild ride to the world of imagination.

One Life is a long story Devoted to my Filipino friends, " Blue Dragon Children's s Foundation" and all people struggling with poverty and finding their safe comfortable place and missions in life. Part 1. Just one cute boy. He was one of many boys from one of many poor families with many kids, but born in a beautiful country of eternal sunny warm whether and powerful striking tayphoons that smart and strong people learnt to cope with. The boy was from poor yet loving family and the eldest child. Despite struggles he played hide and seek, with sand and swings on playgrounds, climbed trees and swam in sea like his peers in early childhood. The guy was like the ordinary, sometimes nurtured with gentleness and a little bit spoilt, but only a little bit and rarely. Poverty deprived of chances and temptations to spoil too much so that many kids do not become whimy tyrants who do not appreciate time and efforts of others and abuse them, not a whiny prince, not some childish " bubble boy".One day he was only three when his mom slapped him. Lightly for playing with water and wasting, plus being angry she had more to clean.

This book was written in the middle between breaking and becoming. For the ones who smile in public but unravel in private. For the ones whose du'a lingers in the sky. For the ones who are tired, but still trying. Soft Reminders for Heavy Days is a quiet conversation about patience, surrender, growth and the unseen mercy within delay. If your heart feels heavy, stay. These pages were written with you in mind.

It's a compilation of heartbroken poetry from January till now. I recommend you to read the latest one as my writing has changed in time.

{ONGOING} Excerpts from a book that I will never have the time to write ❝Face down in the dirt She said, this doesn't hurt She said, I've finally had enough.❞ © The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

P@nic attack/@nxiety attack

Free-verse poem written during a bad time in my life.

Personal poems, rants, the usual

lost and broken into pieces like glass that is no longer able to reflect, a young girl finds herself in a darkness that lingers like smoke. oh what countless cigarettes and a blurry mind will do to you after something so wrong. a victim, she is.

Come experience the beautiful life with its ups and downs, that life that we all live......

In "The Delphinus", debut poet [Delphinus (real name as Juhi Dutta] weaves a tapestry of words that explores the intricate dance between nature and humanity. Inspired by the celestial ballet of the stars and the ever-changing seasons, these poems delve into the mysteries of love, loss, and connection. With a keen eye for detail and a deep sense of wonder, Delphinus reveals the parallels between the natural world and the human experience. From the fiery passion of summer to the quiet introspection of winter, each season is a metaphor for the ebbs and flows of the heart. Through her poetry, Delphinus invites us to contemplate the many facets of love - its beauty and brutality, its joy and sorrow. With each turn of the page, we are reminded that love is a force that shapes us, much like the wind and water shape the landscape. This collection is a love letter to the world around us, and a testament to the power of poetry to illuminate the human condition. Join Delphinus on a journey through the seasons of the heart, and discover the magic that awaits us all under the starry sky.

How an autistic girl sees the world and the challenges she faces in her everyday life

This is about a girl with the feelings of being overwhelmed a lot, so she starts a journal This is loosely based on stories I having heard and experienced, but it is mostly just a story on it's own. I hope I can write something relatable to you (no names I know will be used) I don't know how often I will post. but if you like it I my post more. ⚠️ Curse warning ⚠️

it's a poem i wrote to vent I'm probably going through my depressed phase or whatever. This poem describes life as 'art' and the person living the life as 'artist'. The 'observer' in this poem can be teacher, parents or whomever one would imagine. (*Perspective from a child as they grow upto adolescents*)Life is a beautiful creation, it is a blank canvas and we are here to fill the canvas with the beautiful colours from our imagination. We can travel to space simply from a chair by using it as a rocket. We could build many sculptures that makes us feel proud of ourselves. As we grow, our imaginations lead our life, that is upto when we try to understand things. The teachers strip away our beautiful imaginations, our interests and life to make us perfect for the future, not realising they are actually taking away our most important skills that makes us ourselves. (whether it may be painting, drawing, reading, watching, singing. basically our hobby that we're interested in.) Btw this is just a vent poem to empty my heart out, maybe writing will put my mind at ease.

This is for me and just how I feel. I'm not a great writer, but that's okay because I'm not telling a story. I'm just talking. Feel free to give feedback, I'm trying to improve so I can express myself clearer.