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Poetry is a form of beautiful writing. Those who get inspired express their feelings in diverse ways. Writing is a creative source to express your emotions, thoughts, and feelings. It's also a way to use your creativity and imagination; to write about anything. I don't just write what I feel or express; I write what comes from my heart. I've written about different topics but will try to sort them by topic as needed. This is my book of poems; composed pieces of my heart. I hope you enjoy it.

"Delivery guy lang siya." Paulit-ulit itong sinasabi ni Belly sakaniyang sarili. Sa tuwing dumarating ang delivery guy na si Sean ay hindi niya mapigilang maging kuryoso rito. Sino nga ba si Sean sa likod ng facemask niyang ito? It was supposed to be just her, a customer from Shopeasy accepting the delivery from the MF Express... It was supposed to be just a casual relationship between a customer and a delivery staff... It was supposed to be just nothing... but what if one of them crosses the line? Start: 01/31/21 End: 06/25/21

Please note-If you're going to read this book please download That Nerd Book 2. Is it weird to know that a 16 year old is running for her life?Victoria Lois is used to it.But what happens when this hard opening shell that you typically have to break fell in love with her typical bad boy at school?

collection of prose and poetry

Poems of all lengths and all meanings. A new poem is added every week :D

Welcome to "Whispers of Soul," a collection of poems that delve into the depths of our inner worlds. These verses capture fleeting moments and profound emotions, offering a glimpse into the delicate whispers of the human spirit. Each poem is a reflection of the soul's quiet musings, exploring themes of love, longing, joy, and introspection. As you journey through these pages, may you find solace, inspiration, and a connection to the subtle beauty that resides within us all. Embrace the whispers. Listen with your heart. Let the soul speak. ---

Before reading. please make sure your 18+ to read these.

"My heart should be light," Sunday murmured, staring at the stained glass above. A rainbow glittered on his spiked, sparkling halo. "Like a feather! Like my sister..." He dared invoke her name, as if its very utterance would restore some of the splendor that should've been. Perhaps it was blasphemous, but he believed in her more than anyone or anything in the entire universe.

I write poetry from time to time. . . I think it gives writers the ability to be as abstract with their writing as they can be. It is also an interesting way to see the way people perceive their own realities. I hope you enjoy this collection of randomness.

"We look where you look, and there is just nothing." This is a collection of original poems that I have written during my free time, ranging from happy to sad, and uplifting to pensive. Some of these poems are pulled from a previous poem book that I wrote on ��������. I gave up on that one, so I deleted it and started this one instead. Enjoy! Highest rankings: #2 in melancholy #4 in pensive #12 in express

I wrote this a while ago, in a time of pain. It helped me express the feelings I was feeling at the time. And I still love reading the words on the page and igniting the fire that was created from it's passion.