The heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed away into thin airใ กlong to be hidden in the blotches of ink; it may have been forgotten but it will always be inscribed, never be gone.Prose and PoetryCompleted
In which a boy and a girl have a school assignment, and they learn to get along through text messages. all rights reserved 2017shoutout to @supersized-mcshizzle for winning my graphic contest!
There he was, Bruce Yamada, oh how his voice was as smooth as honey and how his hair was always styled perfectly, it was no secret how every girl wanted to be with him and how every boy wanted to be him. But there was I, standing by my locker, completely ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ at the thought of him. Bruce Yamada FF Started: October 10th, 2022 Ended: October 25th, 2022
[Alternative lifetime Arc Two] Hundreds of words, One heart beats for love,One heart denied of love,Both hearts beats in the same universe,Under the same beautiful blue skies,With the unpredictable fate, In among billions sea of people,They were reunited in unexplainable way of how life works for them.A Michaeng Fanfiction. A Valentine's Day special. Dedicated this story to my friend, Clarris โจPlagiarism unlikely wouldn't be tolerateStarted: 17 February 2019Completed: 28 April 2019
"Explore the eloquence of love through this enchanting collection of poetry. Delve into verses that paint the canvas of emotions, from the warmth of adoration to the gentle ache of yearning. This book is a celebration of love's poetic expressions, where each line whispers the universal language of the heart."
Our minds work differently at midnight, sometimes we think about what could be, tomorrow. Sometimes we think about what could've been, ages ago. Sometimes we think about what we could do to change to next day, and sometimes there's just no going back; on midnights like this.
Once inseparable, Jake and Sarah now bridge the distance through chats. While Jake harbours a secret crush on Sarah, she unknowingly shares tales of her city crushes. Their conversations dance between friendship and unspoken longing, with Jake concealing his feelings as Sarah remains unaware of his silent affection.
The things mothers do and go through to make us happy. And the love they give, even the ones that isn't our birth mother's.This book is to acknowledge all mothers around the would living and dead....Thanking you( birth,by law or by love) Mummy, Mother, Mom for everything you have done in my life and continue doing.
I've been fascinated with poems and I often post some, so I thought to gather the deepness from this universe, and blend some beautiful words for my bookworms<3
you talk shit abt me? learn how to deal with shit someone talks abt u then if ur so grow up.this took me a week to write im so tired bro ๐ญ
Successful actress Ruelle has finally decided to lay down some roots. Her first step? Build a house. So, she hires the beautifully talented architect and contractor, Zachari. As time passes, the two grow fond of each other and, slowly, they begin to trust each other. What Ruelle has yet to find out is that to love Zachari is to love his family. Will her roots survive the rough soil she's settled upon?
A collection of short and long for those who wants to read love and sad poems. I love the way you look, it reminds me of something, something that I adore, yeah!! It's you my Selena.- authoramta Have a look..
"He left me all alone, now what am I supposed to do?""She wanted me to grow up, I wasn't sure I could."Did you think there story was finished, once Peter went back to Neverland? I don't think so, after all, how could they forget the love of their lives?
(Cover art by me)Wirt has had a hard time moving on from his adventures that happened over the garden wall last year. Matters are made even worse after he moves away from his town in Arizona to the sleepy town of Gravity Falls, Oregon. During his move, he meets the mystery twins, Dipper and Mable Pines. Although the twins help him cope with moving a lot better, there is one thing that still keeps him awake at night. He has the beast's lantern and he feels like it's calling out to him.Rewriting under the title "antlers and oil" you can find the first drafts in my account
โi'm really starting to wonder if they were lying when they said that you could write the sadness out of yourself.โ[started: february 2018]
(Completed) poetry and prose for a girl i probably should stop writing for(Copyright © 2016 by vanillaVDE)
This is definitely a journey of a depressing year from a depressed girl. It goes through my literal ups and downs as I used this as a diary to cope. You see love. You so break ups. You see relapses. It's all here. Make sure your laces are tied, because you're about to walk a mile in someone else's shoes. Here is just a collection of poetry. Most of which are from personal life experience.Trigger Warning Is it cold,In the bedFor the dead?#18 in poetry 3/8/16#11 in poetry 4/16/16
There's no such thing as boyfriend/ girlfriend in Malika's Muslim community. So she just happens to be a super-virgin. She's quiet and reserved, never talked to a guy, kissed one, let alone even held hands. Sex is the scariest word she's ever heard. She just wants to know what it's like to talk to a guy. Maybe go on a date. Now that she's starting college, her parents are going to want to marry her off ASAP. The only way she can even get close to a guy is to go along and pretend to want to get married. Shy poet Hakeem comes off as extra corny. Maybe Malika can use him to get exactly what she wants. How hard can it be to walk through fire and not get burned?
In the garden of moonlit dreams,Where stars embroider the night's seams,Whispers of vanilla fill the air,In every verse, a fragrance rare.Each word a petal, delicate and sweet,In this scented symphony, hearts beat,With every line, a gentle caress,In this book of poetry, love finds its address.So let your senses wander free,In this world of vanilla-scented reverie,For in the pages, magic's found,In every stanza, a spell is bound..
It's a compilation of poems that i wrote at random time of the day โค๏ธ