Prose Stories

the kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023

S O W E D: Words planted to grow into love. Highest Rank - #1 in POETRY The bravest thing I've ever done was not forgetting how to love myself when everyone else did

a compilation of all of my poetry works written over the years. #3 in within 11/5/20 #1 in short poetry 11/3/20 #2 in proses 11/3/20 #5 in unspoken 11/9/20 #3 in love po...

❝ There Once lived a child that went by the name Powder. Her sky-blue hair was soft as silk, her heart-shaped lips tinted red, her cerulean eyes flickered in the dark. E...

As complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that...

A collection of quotes and proses that will help you to find yourself 💞 This is my first book so please do vote for the chapters you like and also leave your feedbacks...

poetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.

𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻. Lost Poetry || a small anthology of poems, prose, and other dark thoughts. Introduction Part...

you are my sun #11 052418 #7 070618 #1 071018 © 123017, enamoramos

Poetry, prose, and an open letter for you.

These pieces are all my unsaid thoughts whenever I'm stressed.

A collection of poems I've written. Poems that help me process my feelings whenever I'm having a hard time.

they told me, heartbreak was necessary.

My latest collection of prose poetry and short experimental narratives, IOU (a phonetic acronym of the words "I owe you"), chronicles the teeth of self reflect...

More poetry, because it never stops. Support my patreon? ♡ Patreon.com/outoflizworld

Nightfall Poets

mga pinagsama-samang kaisipan at damdamin na inilatha ng author na ito. languages used : filipino and english

✿ Like sunflowers I want to grow in the places where there is melliflous poetry, soft anxiety, imbue art, ethereal canvas, wild fleurs, iridescent galaxies and nefarious...

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics

© 8ront3 xxmviii compilation of writing over the years; poetry, short stories, recollections of experiences.