Most of it doesn't rhyme to be honest. Its mostly to just vent. TRIGGER WARNING! Mentions SH, abandonment, suicide, abuse, and other triggers of my own๐ Cover made with Picrew, therefore, art is not mine <3โฆ
This is how I have felt about 'my generation' at some points in time. It may not be entirely discerning or correct but it is how I felt and so I wrote it down. If you read it then please vote, comment, or like (or all three!) and show your support. I am happy to return the favour :)Out of interest, if you're feeling extra-specially generous, I would love if you read this and then put down in the comments what generation you belong to and what you think sums them up. It doesn't have to be long or massively inspirational- I simply feel like it would be interesting to know.โฆ
Credit goes to ElectroDragon for the awesome cover, thank you so much!This is a poem, based off my book Ravenswing. You don't have to have read it to understand this poem so please read all the same! ^^โฆ
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| What if you could escape reality?| A group of mesmerizing poems exploring fantasy and an abstract world where logic does not exist.โฆ
Sick of seeing the same stories over and over when you search boyxboy? Well I am. Here are some gems I have picked up that I want you guys to readโบ๏ธโฆ
a book of my own thoughts, short stories and poems that are in my big head that i simply cannot say out loud as i am merely a wallflowerโฆ
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.-T. S. Eliotโธ๏ธ 2020 ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฎโขโฆ
"I am willing to leave you because I love you" โขMahnoor & ArsalanShe is an introvert who doesn't like to talk to everyone but he is her total opposite who loves talking. They both love each other but still can't be together because of some reason. Do you think they will be able to overcome that problem and be together??-------------------------------------------------------"You made me believe in love"โขIshanvi & Rudransh He doesn't believe in love but when she came in his life, she became the reason for him to believe in everything. They both love each other but are afraid to confess. Do you think they will be able to confess to each other??-------------------------------------------------------"I hate you as much as I love you"โขIfra & RuhaanThey hate each other but still there's a part of them which makes them feel something else other than hate. They are ready to kill each other as well as kill for each other. They both love each other but some misunderstanding separates them.Do you think they will be able to solve that misunderstanding and come together again??-------------------------------------------------------What do you think will they all will be able to have happy ending or sad ending?To know the answers of all this questions and to know about them let's dive into the story with me.......โฆ
A collection of poems, short stories and writings. Well, essentially just poems at the moment. Variety of influences I will always be willing to disclose for specific poems. Some are darker than others (see tags for possible triggers). Please comment any thoughts.Well it seems I have poured more of myself into this book of poems than I've really expressed to any one person irl. But the masochist inside me really wants you all to read it because why not share my head with strangers? But maybe this matters. Maybe this shows something- some progression becuase some of the earliest poems are are about, or reference, self harm and I'm glad to say that's behind me. I can follow a lot of my relationship with existentialism throughout it, as well as simply my attitude towards poetry (quatrains of iambic tetrameter with abab rhyme schemes are still cool but they aren't my go-to.) So yeah, maybe writing poetry in a toilet when I'm trying to calm down from a panic attack, or better yet in the midst of having one, and putting it up on some anonymous platform means something. Because I'm still not what else does.โฆ
Esmeralda doesn't seem to remember her past nor even herself, and she's been living in her own daydreams for a while now. Everything has become chaos in the real world, and no one seems to know what happened, or who's behind it. Most of humanity has gone mysteriously missing during the nights, and after dark. Cities and villages have become stranded ruins, where once lived a great nation.One day, Esmeralda discovers a mysterious poem between the pages of her lost mother, written by an unknown author. As she tries to make sense of it, she discovers something.Esmeralda's friends need her, and they are desperately trying to bring her back. As the group is trying to piece together the mystery of the missing people, their goal is to end this living nightmare, together.โฆ
โขPrequel to 'The Secret Oeuvre of a Ghost Named Esmeray'Well, hello there. For starters, I am a Ghost. Before that, I was a Soul. A Soul so broken and lost that there wasn't much left to save. At least, that's what I thought. It's a wonder what a sea of black ink can do for you. Enough about me already. I invite you all to my Poetry Session. Think of it as a therapy session, but I think you'll find this as a more welcoming space. This is a place where we transform emotions and illness into art. Although I must tell you, there have been those who couldn't quite handle the leftovers of the soul. But what did they expect from a Poetry Session?ยฐArtwork DOES NOT belong to meโฆ
Witness a wedding, Where tears are definitely shedding With emotions expressed bright and clear This could very well be the wedding of the year With a Depressed sister and Lonely aunt With a Judgemental mother and a father obsessed with plants With a P.O.V from the bride, groom, family & friends This story does not have a Mamma Mia trend Watch the events leading up to the wedding fold This is POETICALLY TOLD. Highest Rank- #97 on ChickLitโฆ
~~~~~{Book Three}~~~~~"So if you both are Force Sensitive, does that mean Rue is too?" Esmere then asked."Yes, I believe so, but why only Rue?" Ben asked in return."Because, I've tried doing the things she does but it's no use. I'm a runt." "You're not a runt, don't ever call yourself that. Some people just start with their door open wider than others, so maybe you are and we'll just have to see over time.""Okay... I love you two. Don't ever change."Esmere hugged them tighter as if when he would let go he would lose them forever."We won't. I promise." Eclypse whispered then smiled sadly, glancing between Ben and Esmere. It felt like a mistake... Telling them everything. But there's no going back now.Their perception of them has changed forever...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It's been almost fifteen years since the defeat of the Final Order and on the planet Pillio lives Ben and Eclypse Solo with their children Aarue and Esmere who are oblivious to their dangerous heritage. Yet when they accidentally find the truth, they have to go on a journey to find themselves.Tags:-๐ณ๏ธโ๐-Aarue with a lightsaber is legit the female impersonation of Kylo-I made Ben Solo a dilf...-And I sorta made Eclypse York a milf too...-Space Jam except it's Star Wars-Esmere and Aarue have Tanjiro and Nezuko vibes-Too many references to other fandoms(mostly Hamilton) that are definitely NOT subtle.-I SWEAR that if anyone tries to s3xual!ze Aarue's relationship with Ben (because he is her literal FATHER) then I am THROWING HANDZZZZ๐๐๐พ-After a few months of writing this book I finally realized that I accidentally made Esmere the main character (sorry not sorry, I love my bb boy๐ฉ๐)-Ben STILL speaks French, he will always be like:๐ค๐พOฬถฬฬฌUฬถอฬIฬธฬพอ ฬทอ ฬผ ฬตฬฝฬฏ ฬตออ OฬถอฬจUฬถออIฬทฬ ฬ ฬถฬ ฬป ฬดอฬ ฬถอฬงBฬถฬอOฬทออNฬทฬฬฎJฬถอฬOฬธอฬฌUฬธฬอRฬทอฬ ๐ค๐พโฆ
Eu nรฃo trouxe nada do meu cรฉuNรฃo acreditei em meu serDe repente vi cair o teu vรฉuTe perdi e nรฃo vou te esquecerร tรฃo triste ver uma paixรฃoSimplesmente murchar e morrerE tentar compreender a razรฃoDe tanto te amar e sofrerNo fundo da almaPerdendo a razรฃoEu clamo por tiNessa sublime canรงรฃoVou te possuirSem me arrependerQuero sorrirMas sem te perderโฆ
Eu nรฃo trouxe nada do meu cรฉuNรฃo acreditei em meu serDe repente vi cair o teu vรฉuTe perdi e nรฃo vou te esquecerร tรฃo triste ver uma paixรฃoSimplesmente murchar e morrerE tentar compreender a razรฃoDe tanto te amar e sofrerNo fundo da almaPerdendo a razรฃoEu clamo por tiNessa sublime canรงรฃoVou te possuirSem me arrependerQuero sorrirMas sem te perderโฆ
There are people in this world who are mesmerizing...Like you. She remembered everything she did with you. Remember the constant laughs? The smiles? The troubles, the ups and the downs? She does. And even if you do forget them, it's okay. Because she wrote them down. These were memories that led them to become sisters.โฆ
Compilado de recuerdos en trozos de prosa.โฆ
