@cxpriiswhoree
Hey do I write stories???
@Marydandison I do have a tiktok account with essentially the same name, I don't post much though.
@Marydandison I used to. I had one out called The Love Of Her Life, but it's going through an entire full rewrite right now, and I'm pretty busy with school and family so I'm not sure when it'll be out
a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ]
broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands.
systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken.
blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters.
the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope.
#adropofhumanity
a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday]
words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb.
windmills bow above folded clothes,
grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
growth a gamble, memory the wager.
tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
tidy rooms against the storm of rest.
roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
souls displaced, refugees of home.
effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
a tale as old as precedents.
labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
olives of faith, olives betrayed.
a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
a garden for incitement,
a bloom pressed against time.
#adropofhumanity
How did you find me..?
a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ]
where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known.
swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility.
barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
in a parched throat.
kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
shadows stumble, shoes fade—
a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer.
#adropofhumanity
Hey
Hey, I absolutely HATE being this person, and i’m sososo sorry, but I’ve started writing my first book, and i’d really appreciate if you could give it a look and maybe a vote?! I’m about to upload the first chapter! Again, i’m so sorry to bother youu!
https://www.wattpad.com/story/380128943?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=iheartwritinq
https://www.wattpad.com/story/376585862?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Author_S01 Please check out my new story in your free time . Your support means a lot. Thank you so much .
love your books❤
Omg hey
