Poems Stories

Thoughts at midnight. Love. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Encouragement.

Volume twenty-five. Nothing gold about this volume. Only bleak outlooks and burning bridges. I am the only absolute and honest news source. This will be a journaling of concourse through sin and its conductors. This will burn what needs burning. No AI here in. But bots will be harmed.

let me. let me begin. let me begin again.

- a sleeping beauty retelling ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊ ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ "𝘛𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴: 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶." - 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺-𝘙𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ⋆˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.⋆ "𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 " - 𝘈𝘯𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘰𝘯 ˖°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 🪽 Update June 2026: Hi I'm still writing this !! Idk when it will be officially published since I want all writing & editing to be completed (all chapters). And I'm a perfectionist so I'm not sure when that will be exactly but I'm working on it almost every day. <33 But do still comment and vote on what's available if you check it out, it truly makes my day<33 If you want teasers or other girly book content I'm also very active on tumblr (link in bio) and tiktok/insta (linked on tumblr) it's very aesthetically pleasing :) love you lots ੈ✩‧₊˚

A ship. A tank. A crew. An extra. Below deck. Untold tales. A cryptid and a keeper. An unlikely alliance. Updates twice a month as I finish them (usually every 2 weeks)

If you find a piece of yourself in these words, I hope it brings you comfort, or at least reminds you that you're not alone.

They met when neither of them believed in love anymore. Two strangers pretending not to care, while secretly craving each other's touch in the quietest parts of their minds. Built from half-truths, lingering glances, and unspoken desire, their connection felt dangerous from the very beginning. They were never meant to find each other again, yet somehow, like twin flames lost in another lifetime, they did. And some loves are not made to heal. Some are made to consume.

Welcome to Poetry Roughbook. Not every poem begins as a masterpiece, and this one was never meant to be. Poetry Roughbook isn't a collection of perfect poems. Instead, it's a notebook of crossed-out lines, midnight thoughts, coffee stains, and messy drafts where ideas bloom, metaphors wander, and words slowly learn how to breathe. Every poem in these pages is based on prompts shared by Wattpad's Poetry Ambassadors. Each prompt is an invitation to experiment, challenge my creativity, and discover new ways to tell a story through verse. Some poems are polished. Others remain beautifully unfinished. Together, they capture a journey of learning, growing, and finding beauty in imperfection - one prompt, one page, and one poem at a time. This is a place for first attempts, quiet victories, imperfect metaphors, and poems that simply wanted to exist. So, if you don't mind a little mess, a little magic, and a lot of ink... Turn the page. I hope these pages feel a little like home. All poems are original unless stated otherwise. Prompt credits belong to their respective creators. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

(Age of Replacement Book I) In an ancient world taken over and partitioned by an intelligent civilization of monsters, a young boy in Baghdad soughts to take revenge for his family from Parvazira , The civilization's "Prime One" ,who has genocidal ambitions of her own.

​"The night has said all it needs to say, but the ink isn't dry-it's just moving to a new page." ​From the creator of The Whispers of Night comes a companion volume born from the same soul, written by the same pen, and carrying the same beautifully enduring scars. ​The dark may be thinning, but the poet remains unchanged. ​The Whispers of Dawn does not promise a world free of shadows, nor does it offer shallow, fleeting warmth. Instead, it is an unfiltered look at the horizon through the eyes of a survivor. It is the quiet stillness that follows a lifetime of storms, where the fragments of heavy memories, deep-seated grief, and an unyielding devotion to the Divine Mother are held up to the first rays of morning light. ​Moving away from the suffocating cold of the winter cage, this collection steps onto a road of profound definition and universal acceptance. From the silent prayers offered at stone shrines to the fierce, complex sacrifices of love and survival, Evander Nightborne explores what it means to carry a fractured heart into an awakening world. ​The ghosts have been housed. The dawn is breaking. And through the gray mists of morning, the soul finally learns to breathe again.

a collection of notes i never sent to people who left to myself to fate warning: this book is not fine. by the way: This is not going to be a love story, this is definitely not a self-help book, this is just notes. notes to versions of me, notes to those who are gone, notes for no one.

Just writing short stories from prompts I like, and sharing my favorite poems that I think you guys would like ❤️

not-a-bit-funny collection of spur-of-the-moment poems born to death (seriously) --- "𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝗟𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 (𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴)" Copr. 2026 kuwentulaera

HOLD 2 - Love, faith, memory, grief, longing, humor, hope, the unseen beauty of ordinary life and everything in-between. Some moments are too fleeting to be stories... and too meaningful to disappear. A threshold of poems for life ●⁠♡

zzzz my poetry book mostly contains themes of internal loneliness, relationship, and identity :p i make poems about/for my loved ones as well you're free to make your own interpretations! i'd love to hear them 🫶🏻🫶🏻 if you have published work and are looking for growth, i'd love to read :)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗰𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗺 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 ੈ✩‧₊˚ "𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦? 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦" ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which i spew all of my thoughts or when you guys get insight into my brain ੈ✩‧₊˚

🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝟷𝟶 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝟷 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛-𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟼 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 @𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. What began as a chessboard became a garden-of grief and laughter, faith and forgetting. Of fathers who never sat on thrones. Of men holding the wrong flowers on blind dates. Of a lab explosion and a Marble Queen shaking her head. Across eleven poetic forms-𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝟑❃ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 is not one story but thirty windows into the same human heart. Some open onto darkness. Some onto dawn. Some onto beauty you didn't know you were allowed to name. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. For readers who recognize themselves in the specific, the restrained, and the resolutely alive. 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐨 🌸2026🌸 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸

~womp ~womp

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A book of poems that expresses inevitable heartbreak and unbroken sorrow. Sometimes, you don't recognize a broken soul until it's too late.