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As a writer, if I may say so myself, writing is our way of releasing what is inside our head, our creativity, our imagination, and sometimes even real life situations. It is nice and meaningful because there are many benefits to writing. It allows us to let out everything that feels heavy within our soul. The sad part, however, is not being recognized or appreciated. Maybe some people are just not interested in the genre, but it still feels sad.
          
          I say that my posts are just rants in poetic form, yet a part of me still wishes that someone would read them. While I was writing, I was certain that my work would be relatable. Yet after months of uploading my poems, nothing has changed. Even after I added short stories to my works, nobody said anything. No one told me to do that, but I wanted to explore so that at least one person would try to read. Until now, still nobody.
          
          I have been writing poems since I was in third grade, and now I am in twelfth grade. The journey has been longer than what I have posted online. I have lost many works, created new ones, and improved over time. I truly wish that at least one person would appreciate my writing.
          
          

A Little Note About In My Lucid Dream
          
          Okay, so… I didn’t realize how hard it would be to have a literal dream these days. I started writing In My Lucid Dream thinking I could turn my dreams into a love story romantic, right? But now? My dreams are just black screens. No boy, no story, just darkness.
          
          The poem was inspired by a dream I once had about a boy who doesn’t even exist in real life (painful, I know). And since the whole piece is based on those kinds of dreams, updates might be once a month… or maybe never. I’ll stick to the concept though, because that’s the whole point it’s about me and him… even if he’s literally nobody.
          
          Still, I’ll be trying my hardest: watching every love drama, reading all the fluff, basically doing dream-fuel research in hopes that I might dream about him again.
          
          Until then, thank you for reading and waiting, even if I’m still waiting for my dreams to come back too.
          
          (I am saying/announcing this so that if this reaches you,
          you'll be able toread my poems and short stories thank you)
          
          
          

I’ve always been a poet, but today I’m taking a step into something new short story writing. It’s my first try, and while it may be a bit rough, it’s honest and from the heart. This account is my little archive of memories as a writer, and I’m excited (and nervous) to explore more beyond poetry.
          
          Thank you for being here, even just by reading.
          
          

"In My Lucid Dream"
          
          This poem is about a boy who exists only in dreams of mine or maybe yours too. It’s for anyone who’s ever longed for someone they’ve never truly met, someone who might not even exist in real life, yet lives rent-free in the mind, night after night. This is unrequited love in its most surreal form. I wrote this piece to ease the ache of wanting something (or someone) so deeply, it almost drives you mad. If you've ever felt this way, I hope this poem finds you and reminds you that you're not alone in the dream.
          

"What I Truly Feel"
          
          This is a raw, unfiltered expression of emotions that are often kept hidden. The title says it all, this piece holds the real, unspoken feelings I carry inside. It may seem random, even scattered, but every line comes from a place of truth.
          
          This poem was written during moments when my heart felt heavy, when I didn’t know how to explain the ache or the longing. It’s for those who’ve felt too much, cried in silence, or questioned if anyone else understands. It’s a mix of sadness, hope, confusion, and quiet strength.
          
          If you’ve ever sat alone with your thoughts, unsure of how to speak them out loud, this piece might feel like a mirror. It may not have all the answers, but maybe it can offer comfort, a small sense of belonging, and the reminder that you are not alone in what you feel. Your emotions are valid. Your story matters.
          
          Let this poem be a soft place for your soul to rest.

"The Struggle of Life"
          
          This piece is a reflection of the silent battles many of us fight every day. Rooted in my personal experiences, this piece speaks for the children who feel unloved, unwanted, and constantly compared. It explores the deep ache of not being the favorite, of trying so hard yet never feeling enough.
          
          This poem also captures the quiet cries of students overwhelmed by expectations, drowning in pressure, and carrying the weight of tradition on their young shoulders. It’s for those who pretend to be okay, even when everything inside them feels broken. Confusing, honest, and raw, this piece mirrors the chaos within many hearts.
          
          If you’ve ever felt left behind, misunderstood, or like your worth was defined by others, this poem might speak your truth. You

          "The Tears of Love"
          
          The Tears of Love is a deeply personal yet relatable poem that captures the raw emotions of loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way. With a twist of faith, longing, and emotional complexity, this piece reflects the struggles many face when affection goes unanswered. Inspired by a single muse who unknowingly brought both joy and heartache, this poem takes you on a roller coaster of feelings. If you’ve ever loved silently, battled inner conflict, or held on to someone in prayer, this piece may echo your own story.
          
          Read it, feel it and maybe, you’ll find a part of yourself within its lines.

it's my dream to upload a poem but I can't i am scared to be judge lol