Poesie Stories

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**Scene Excerpt:** Instinctively, I reached for her, pulled her toward me, wrapped an arm around her back and held her as if that was exactly what I should have been doing all night. Her slight frame fit frighteningly well against my side, her body warm, her breathing uneven. I stroked her back in a steady, soothing rhythm, trying to understand what had happened without pressing her for answers. After a while, she lifted her head and looked at me, her eyes glassy and tired. Then she leaned in, slowly, uncertainly, as if she wanted to kiss me. As a thank you. Or out of desperation. Or maybe both. I gently held her back. "No," I said quietly, barely more than a breath. "Not like this." She blinked, seeming to need a moment to process my words. "I'm sorry," she murmured then, the words heavy on her tongue. "We're just friends. I know." That sentence-my sentence-hit me harder than I had expected. "If tomorrow," I said calmly, resting a hand against her forehead, "if you still want to kiss me when you're not drunk anymore... then do it. Okay?" Without thinking, I pressed a fleeting kiss to her forehead. No calculation. Just instinct. She clung to me tighter, pulling me closer, and I let her. More than that-I enjoyed it. Cara has learned to stay silent. About guilt. About things that can't be undone. And about a past she keeps carefully hidden. Jan believes in order, in rules-and in the idea that life makes sense if you follow them. But on an old estate on the Spanish coast, he meets a girl who quietly, yet irrevocably, begins to shake those convictions. Between horses, sea air, and unspoken truths, a closeness grows-cautious at first, then dangerously honest. Because some stories refuse to be buried. And some feelings demand more than courage. The photos are from Pinterest

Just a collection of poems and quotations -not my own-

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

This is my mind, my words and everything I collected in the past till now and what is yet to come.

just another book full of quotes { happy, sad, german, english, short, long, etc. } !! i do not own any of them !! enjoy. feel free to vote and comment. i can also take criticism.

Ce "recueil" relie certains de mes poèmes et de mes "pensées. Comme le dit le titre, ces poèmes ont pour but de vous donner froid, de vous donner des engelures... (ou non?)

there is nothing in this envelope that will surprise you, my dear

Quelque poèmes que j'ai écrit, j'espère que s'ils sont lu ils vous plairont.

Just some Quotes for her. Just some thoughts abt her which run out and up in my mind.

「Lost, terrified and scared.」 "You inspire me and I inspire you. The world is beautiful but it will be lonely, if it's a world without you. So let me tell you, why you should stay." [just thoughts- written in words]

so we will remember

"Il tempo guarisce ciò che la ragione non può" riguarda mettere in discussione tutta la propria esistenza. Si tratta di mettere in discussione il proprio vero io, le proprie relazioni, le proprie decisioni, il mondo che ci circonda. Tutto. Si tratta di chiedersi qual è il nostro scopo in questo universo e perché abbiamo vissuto certe esperienze. E la verità è che tutto dipende dal tempo, perché solo il tempo può guarire ciò che la ragione non può. Solo il tempo può guarire le nostre ferite, solo il tempo può rispondere a tutte le nostre domande e dubbi. 🥇arte

If there were a premise to do for this Little Red Book it would be that everything written here had not been thought to be delivered, as it is happening now, written black and red on white, just right now and from now on.

Random texte und einträge über mein Leben. - Kurze Kapitel - Könnte evt. Triggern

i aspire to write poems and since I've never showed them to anyone I decided to post them on here first. I am a beginner at this, so I am thankful for every comment, critic and tip on how to improve respectively if you like them. My main language is not english, so if there are any grammer mistakes feel free to tell me.

Je ne suis pas spécialement triste quand j'écris des textes tristes. Ca arrive juste genre...comme ça. Aussi, tout ces écrits viennent de mon esprit donc, s'il vous plaît, demandez-moi avant de les utiliser. Je suis inspirée de tout, donc si certains de ces écrits ressemblent à d'autres que vous avez vu quelque part, s'il vous plaît comprenez que ce n'était pas intentionnel. (P.S: n'importe quel conseil est le bienvenu).

all the things i never said...

Si vous voulez lire des vers Ceux qui parlent de la terre Des origines de la lumière Lisez donc cet ouvrage Puisse t'il faire l'effet Du retour de l'ancien âge L'âge des sorciers et l'âge des fées

In diesem Buch sind viele verschiedene Sachen. Von Gedichten, Poetry slam Versuche bis hinzu Geschichten Ideen. Hier ist alles drinnen was ich in keine Kategorie gebracht habe oder zu kurz unsicher für ein eigenes Buch ist. Schau gerne rein. Konstruktive Rückmeldung ist erwünscht. Beleidigungen, Mobben, fiese Sachen usw. haben hier nichts zu suchen. Danke. Viel Spaß beim lesen