Village Lord & Farmer's daughter navel
Village lord gazing into Farmer's daughter's navel…
Village lord gazing into Farmer's daughter's navel…
Oogling maid navel…
I lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.…
You're not trapped in your mind, it's just the only place you go to visit the person you love the most!…
COMPLETED. Merlin thought his Soulpoetry, a "two sides" inscription on his sternum, was about his life, trying to hide his magic all the time. Arthur thought that his Soulpoetry, an "of the same coin" scrawl on the base of his fingers, referred to the fact that he led a very dull Pendragon life. Merthur, reveal fic, soulmate au where Soulmates complete each other's Soulpoetries.…
An Ashaangi ff~…
She is the god's fae, condemned to look upon the Viking King Ragnar in silence and watch him as he killed, loved and lost and fall in deep love with him in the process. Then one day on the cold hill's side, Ragnar battle worn and asking for death to come and find him, she made a noise and he turned around to listen. This beautiful women with all the love of a hundred lifetimes finds her knight and beloved in the flesh, his skin warm and calloused, and touching hers. A touch she has dreamed off since her memories first begun. She finally believes all her waiting and praying has been answered; how wrong La Belle Dame was. - A Viking retelling of the John Keats classic mythological poem "La Belle Dame sans Merci". FREEHAWKS VIKINGS - RAGNAR'S DISAPPEARANCE…
In which I post a collection of short poems…
A/N 2024: not updating this shit but it's here "with cliché mutters and pretty utters, she steals every last drop of love inside of me." ~𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵𝚃ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑑𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑡𝑜𝑛, 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙'𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑦⚠︎︎☘︎︎♪steven meeks x fem!oc dead poets society12.13.2020-hahahaDisclaimers: I do not own any characters from Dead Poet's Society.…
just randomly poems and poetry that comes to mind that I see as a beautiful masterpiece of word's…
Enter the Realm of Opportunity, a realm-fiction from the world of DanMachi.---Xavier doesn't hope for a better future. His life is relatively simple, (just the way he likes it,) and hope... complicates things. But his simple life is turned upside down when he find out that his poetry has been stolen... for the absolute oddest of reasons.…
"The battle with myself is the hardest of all" Haseena sighed What happens when two souls finally meet to write their own Happily Ever After? Are they ready to face their insecurities? Do love prevail? Take a peek into the love story of Haseena and Karishma.…
The first chapter has it all...…
* everything on my mind ** bila lily merapu ** ikut suka aku nk tulis apa *…
Somewhere We Still Exist is a poetic journey through love that lingers, a heart that waits, and a soul that still searches for the one it cannot forget. Through soft, melancholic verses, It captures the quiet ache of missing someone while holding onto the gentle hope that love may find its way back.This book is for those who have loved deeply, lost quietly, and continue to feel the presence of a love that never fully left. It is not just about heartbreak-it is about the beauty of longing, the comfort in memories, and the possibility that love is never truly gone, only waiting to be found again.…
Have you ever dream about something so realistic that you can't stop thinking about it? Even so, you continue on your daily life as if that dream won't ever happen.. Kol is having many weird dreams that hints the future, he ignores this and enjoy his normal daily life. Whatever will happen to him?…
Poems I wrote about my personal experiences in life (a lot of them are inspired by songs and other poems)…
Eleanor never really stood a chance.Her mother was in love with a married man and a little bit crazy. And even though Eleanor's tired mother hated children, she was convinced that he would love her too if they just had a child together. That's how Eleanor was born. And when Eleanor didn't work, when he didn't leave his wife, she decided that one baby wasn't enough and so she had another. And that's how Casey was born. When she realized that having his children wasn't going to make him fall in love with her, she remembered just how badly she hated children. Eleanor and Casey were suddenly thrown aside by their broken-hearted mother; and then their father, being the married man that he was, completely denied their existence. Which left 8-year-old Eleanor and newborn baby Casey in foster care, hidden from the world like a blemish. As Eleanor gets older, she is forced to protect her brother from the cruel world that they live in. She doesn't want him to grow up like she did, feeling like a thrown away misfit. Eleanor learns that she needs to do whatever it takes to get her brother a better life. And that's when the trouble starts for her.By the time that Eleanor turns 22, she has been consumed by a world of lies, money, and sex. Convinced that doing the wrong thing is okay for the right reasons, Eleanor is used to living with two separate identities. When it all starts to catch up with her, Eleanor has to figure out how she is going to make it out of the mess that she's created. Poor girl. She never really stood a chance.…
Note: The plot of this fanfiction is different from the original one. The character's name and some traits will be the same as the original one but the rest is my own creation. So do give it a shot and if you want the FF with the same plot extension then go to my profile to get it there. Meerab and Murtasim are cousins who are grown up in the same Haveli and they are each other's best friends but what will happen when Meerab gets to know that her best friend is moving to Australia for his studies. Will the distance grow them apart or will it make them realize their true feelings? To know more dive into the story to read the new story of those same characters. ❤️Zilhaal e Miskeen ~ Don't pity my poor heart. Ps. For sneak peak you guys can read it at the end of my previous story in case you haven't. Happy Reading. 🫶…
Esta noche el café de tu miradano me ha dejado dormir.Nada de esto hubiera sido posible de no haber roto mi corazón.prosa poética. viernes de poesía.…