softvenin

i did not shatter,
          	i bent into a quieter shape.
          	the world was loud, so i folded myself
          	into the smallest room of my chest
          	and waited.
          	
          	tonight, my tears are shy.
          	they press against my eyes like rain
          	that hasn't decided
          	whether the ground is safe enough yet.
          	so i let them stay.
          	
          	i am learning this strange courage:
          	to pause without apology,
          	to rest without calling it defeat,
          	to breathe without explaining why.
          	
          	they touched my days,
          	but they do not own my nights.
          	even wounded, i am still mine.
          	even tired, i am still whole.
          	
          	somewhere in the dark,
          	a small light practices existing.
          	it does not argue with the sun.
          	it waits.
          	and when the world goes quiet,
          	it glows.

softvenin

strangely this place became a place i turn to when life gets hard and have no one to go to.
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bloodwrites00

Hey
          
          If you're from India ,I want your advice for my ongoing poems collection "संघर्ष "
          
          Can you please give your views on it ?

bloodwrites00

@bloodwrites00 oh Thanku
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softvenin

@bloodwrites00 / hi! I am from India! and definitely would love to read your poems! (forgive me if it takes me a few days, I am piled up with work) 
            
            have a great day/night ♡
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softvenin

i did not shatter,
          i bent into a quieter shape.
          the world was loud, so i folded myself
          into the smallest room of my chest
          and waited.
          
          tonight, my tears are shy.
          they press against my eyes like rain
          that hasn't decided
          whether the ground is safe enough yet.
          so i let them stay.
          
          i am learning this strange courage:
          to pause without apology,
          to rest without calling it defeat,
          to breathe without explaining why.
          
          they touched my days,
          but they do not own my nights.
          even wounded, i am still mine.
          even tired, i am still whole.
          
          somewhere in the dark,
          a small light practices existing.
          it does not argue with the sun.
          it waits.
          and when the world goes quiet,
          it glows.

softvenin

strangely this place became a place i turn to when life gets hard and have no one to go to.
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softvenin

hi.
          i think the time is here.
          the inner me said that i should probably wait till i finish the entirety of the chapters that i intended to finish before writing this...but that will take a bit more of my time. 
          and i just wanted to post something. believe that i am not yet done here or i do have time to squeeze in my other hobbies apart from my work and studies.
          
          so, hi. again.
          i will be posting my new first novel, called "all my almosts" and if you feel interested enough to stick around, that would be awesome. 
          
          yeah, so this might get published around tomorrow or the day after if i am not too busy or actually forget in midst of my chaos. 
          
          how have you guys been? anything that you want to share with me? 
          anything you want me to read? 
          
          love,
          bee.

softvenin

a moment of your time. 
          if you are here, hi. 
          
          about the name change.
          i’ve always written under a name that felt like home to my poetry — quiet, aching, familiar.
          but lately, my writing has shifted. grown fangs.
          i'm still soft, but now there’s venom beneath the surface.
          fiction feels like uncharted water, and i want a name that swims with it.
          
          so, hi — i'm softvenin now.
          same writer. same heart.
          just a new way of bleeding onto the page.

softvenin

hi everyone, 
          
          i just published a book!
          
          "404 : this isn't real" is a chilling collection of psychological thrillers that will drag you into the uncanny. discover stories where everyday comfort glitches, online connections turn sinister, and your own mind becomes the most terrifying place of all.
          
          if you love the quiet dread that creeps under your skin, and the unsettling feeling that what you see isn't always real, then this book is for you.
          
          click if you dare.
          
          link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/398148623-404-this-isn%27t-real