Proses Stories

As I write this, I'm sitting at my corner desk. A warm light and a hazy but cozy music repeats itself. In a frantic that I might not be able to remember verses that make you, I jot this down. Ultimately, I want my thoughts of you to be tucked away somewhere far, somewhere safe. Like a dusty old book at the top shelf in a lonely library. I know you'll be out there somewhere, and when I long for you, I'll reach out to this, these verses that poured out of me, for you. I'm no poet. I'm no artist. But from my depths, you, you alone pulled out these words. I've left mistakes uncorrected, verses raw, for in this plentiful universe, only you remain flawless. Words that hurt. Words that healed. Words that filled.

if you could save me, would you? a collection of poems and proses. lowercase intended. media credit to owners

༄⛧˚☽˚breathing in the memories, breathing out the reveries ˚☽˚⛧ ༄

I think of you, Always. I hate you Now. I thought you were my forever, But now it seems like a complete never. ( short poems and drabbles ) (c) __biaa

Roses for Random Poetry and Proses formulated by my mind 🌹

#26 in prose [ delicately placed words into careful poetry by a girl who no longer is able to face reality ] - lowercase intended

journal // poetry pieces of my misery and bits of every agony. *** language : english status : completed 2 of 12, 2025

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journal // poetry pieces of my misery and bits of every agony. *** language : english status : completed 12 of 12, 2025

i don't have stars in my eyes, i have dreams and galaxies.

Our life is just simply a lifetime of regrets; continuously living them or learning from them. This is a collection of poems that tackles depression, insecurity, self-love, identity, relationships, family, suicide, hope, inspiration, and learning from regrets from a pespective of my own personal life.