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𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑃𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 :- 𝐴 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑑... 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑔𝑜...

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

The Past of Tomorrow embarks on a lyrical journey through the labyrinth of the human experience, where dreams, thoughts, emotions, and opinions intertwine across the tapestry of time. This poetry collection delves deep into the soul's reflections on its past, illuminating how memories shape our present and guide our aspirations for the future. Each poem is a vivid snapshot, capturing fleeting moments that echo with nostalgia, heartache, and joy. The verses explore the weight of choices made, the beauty of dreams nurtured, and the shadows of regrets that linger. As the soul grapples with its history, it seeks solace in the knowledge that every ending births a new beginning, and every sorrow holds the seed of hope. Join the exploration of the soul's narrative-where every line is a step toward understanding the profound relationship between who we were, who we are, and who we strive to become.

I longed for something that I could not have. | lower case intended. © melcholune. | do not plagarise. | 2021. #2 in poetry ╱ 07102021 #9 in writings ╱ 16012022 #2 in melancholia ╱ 17062022 #5 in spilledink ╱ 19102023 #1 in melancholia ╱ 30112022

❝ most relationships are doomed. so it should come as no surprise that I choose to pursue feelings, not people ❞ 🖤 a curated collection of original poetry 🖤

It's too quiet. The loudest thing is your heart beating. You can feel your pulse throughout your whole body and it's overwhelming. You're breathing too loud in a place where life does not exist. The silence is invading into your mind, filling it with more deafening thoughts and endless holes. And so you run. You run away from everything. Because you aren't sure how to deal with yourself and the chaos that wraps around you. You're terrified of the chaos that embraces you because it's too quiet. It's all in your mind. No one can hear you scream. The silent chaos are the most dangerous ones. ••• [ a collection of poems ]

Although they never crossed paths. They were miles apart but that never stopped their hearts from remaining connected. In fact, with each passing day the bond became stronger and stronger. Scottish caring and patient Tuba Mahmood develops feelings for the rude and hot tempered Ahmad Jamil. Isn't it strange how the definition of an atom is that it attracts polar opposites. The exact same happened to Tuba. Despite not wanting to connect... her soul felt ignited whenever she thought of him. She fell for him in a way no one but only He, Allah (swt) knows. She wanted to hate him. But she couldn't. She just knew how to love him. Read to see if their fates are intertwined. Will Tuba's love for Ahmad be true love and recognised by the Asian culture.

Countless words trapped inside, waiting to be felt. Dive into the emotions I've held back- the love, the loss, the pain, the plight and maybe you'll find your own words hiding here too. Welcome to the world of 'Words I Held Back' where silence speaks louder than anything.

i loved you then, i love you now and i think i always will. an anthology dedicated to him ✨

[A Poetically Confession Diary] Dear psyche, I find pleasure in pain, the pain that i choose to suffer. ⚠️ Trigger Warning This entry contains themes of mental health struggles, including depression, anxiety, emotional pain, and thoughts of hopelessness. It may be distressing for some readers. Please read with care. If you are feeling overwhelmed or struggling, know that you are not alone. There is help, and there is hope. 💬 Reach out. Talk to someone. You matter.💛 Disclaimer : This is written in English Language Note : Photo background is not mine all credits to the rightful owner. 🚫 This story is a work of fiction written by me. Any similarities to real-life events or people are purely coincidental. Please do not copy, repost, or reproduce this story in any way without my permission. ‼️PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME‼️

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Leslie wright and Scott McKnight.based on the movie with a few twists

A short but growing collection of my poems. I write for myself, to deal with my environment, to capture my thoughts, to tell and retell stories I live or dream. There is no specific genre of poetry I will commit to, there will be reflections on the world and myself, love and the absence of it, nature, but generally my individual living in this world with all that comes with it and the continued wish to express it. "Skies" is a title that allows me to follow different directions and discover myself and my surrounds freely. The sky sees everything, it is omnipresent, it is a mirror of moods and feelings and the witness of love and solitude. It is a great poetic entity in itself and protects humanity as well as every single individual. It is a source of inspiration and solace and the base for what I want and need to express.

The anecdote of her sentiments.

The journey of self-love and finding who you truly are is hard but once you hit the road you'll begin to have faith that in the end, your past will become a beautiful work of art that you can look back on with pride and a newfound understanding of who you are.

Unanswerable Questions

collection of poems about social injustices, being lost, and learning to love urself

You didn't have to leave the way you did, but you did it anyway. "I'll see you later," you said. It's been 1,167 days and I've been waiting ever since, like throwing a ball for a dog, just for it to return to nobody there. That's how it felt when you left. You broke my heart into a million pieces. My only way of coping is writing these letters to you. Even though I know you won't care to read them, I'm doing this for myself, because this is my way of letting you go.

👀 Ammm, idk what to descibe here. But I'd be happy if you guys lemme know how you feel about what i wrote.