Poetry by INKELLE

In a world that often celebrates the familiar, The Beauty of the Uncommonembraces the extraordinary. This anthology is a heartfelt collection of poetry that honors the misfits, the dreamers, the ones who walk a path only they can see. Each verse is woven with the raw essence of individuality—of standing apart, of daring to be different, of finding strength in the things that make us unique.

Through rhythm and rhyme, light and shadow, INKELLEpaints a portrait of self-discovery, reminding readers that true beauty lies not in blending in, but in standing out. Whether you have felt like an outcast or simply longed to embrace your own singularity, these poems will resonate like a whispered truth—one meant only for you.

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The poems in this anthology are works of creative expression. They reflect personal perspectives, emotions, and artistic interpretations. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author is not responsible for any interpretations or reactions derived from the content of this book.

This is a place for me to keep some of the poems I write. They are about many things, mostly about living in this traumatic, exploitative, and unequal world and about fighting for a world where all people can be truly together and all people can be truly free.

Disclaimer: This book has been re-written!

The story follows the tumultuous lives of its characters as they navigate a web of power struggles, family loyalty, and personal growth. The story centers Kayetana Burchart(Kaye) and her family, as she navigates the treacherous waters of high school dynamics, dealing with past trauma, social scandals, and the power plays of the High Society. Her resilience and determination to reclaim her narrative are central to the plot. The complex family dynamics of the Founding Families and the Burchart's and the dark, vengeful nature of her father, Victor Burchart add layers of intrigue and tension to the personal and political aspect of the plot. Themes of power, revenge, family loyalty, and personal growth are explored, creating a rich and immersive must-read.

This is a collection of poems I’ve written, that document the horrors and magnificence of this world and the people in it, and that document my journey through this world that we live in.

Beyond the Bleeding Hearts is a story of love, risk, and sacrifice. It follows the journey of a man who is willing to take a chance on love despite the risks involved. He believes in the power of love and is willing to put his heart on the line, even if it means it may get broken. Through his journey, he learns the importance of vulnerability, trust, and perseverance. He discovers that true love is not always easy, but it is worth fighting for. The story explores the highs and lows of love, and the sacrifices one must make to maintain a meaningful connection with another person. It is a tale of growth, passion, and resilience, and reminds us that in the end, love is the most precious thing we can ever possess.

Power, Corruption & Lies: "Post hoc, ergo propter hoc". The priori; with the bad moon rising at the horizon, beyond the heavy and mysterious sea of Mist, no blood is thicker than the ink belonging to a collection of stories, tails, vignettes, thoughts, reckonings, short poems of a world who revolves around the tip of the spear, gray alike the clouds that lightened and obscured of their own history.

Laughing Stock: "If faith is what driven us together in search of ourselves, then we must try to do it on a leap". The posteriori; from the idyll to the youth to the decay of substance, life goes on and on in this real life fantasy, alike the path taken by the Crescent and her ancestors, who once shared of same blood ingrained on that red coat. While her youth dreams are kept alive, only the fear, the failure and the spea can block the way to achieve a purpose in a life under the rain.

(Current) Index

Power, Corruption & Lies (First Half):

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Laughing Stock (Second Half):

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Thanks: Myushu for Practice Medicine and Prince of Thieves, Meriko for Duty and Honor, Ayrith for Sum Of  Memories, Guardian1 for Thirteen Ways To Say Goodbye, and JotaTe for The Last Cherry Blossom, among many other authors and their stories who had influenced me over the time.

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.......And don't tell me nothing because we both know everything began to change after that day. You stopped laughing, you stopped smiling ... You changed'. .........

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........' Are you always this angry?' he asked.

' And do you always force people to marry you?' I countered back turning to face him......

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.......' How do you expect me not to tell her. Don't you know how I feel for betraying her already?'........

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.......  'You are my business' he whispered softly. I raised a brow.

'Aww' I said in mock sweetness. 'Was that  supposed to make me smile and hug you?'.........

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........'Kamara' He called me making me look up at him from where I lay on the bed.

' It gets better' He said to me.

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.......' I'm your brother, you've always trusted me'

' And I've realized the mistake I made......

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Let's know Kammy's story and see how life turned out to be for her.

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE THIS WORLD.

Gods are created by a mighty force, a force to balance the universe, every galaxy, world, and life.

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Camille tastes the blood on her lips. She's nauseous and weak; still, she forces her brain to stay awake. Ignoring the pain of reopening old injuries. There are more bruises she can't hide, more pain to bear, but she's finally tired to do it in silence. She wipes the humiliating tears off her face. "Don't you dare touch me again." she defies the monster.

"I don't even think God is on your side," he says with a reeking smell of alcohol. At the same time, a loud thunder with the brightest lightning illuminates the sky, the rain pours heavily

A tall man elegantly walks forward, evidently upset he glances at the girl with the corner of his beautiful crystal blue eyes, tearing apart the man who has dared to put his hands on the girl he's been trying to protect.

"A leech like you would never understand the depths of my trust for this girl." The God of Water stands behind her, like a bodyguard.

"Giving up has never been an option for you, perhaps taking the garbage out of your way can help you find your freedom." The mysterious man says. Just as he finishes his sentence, a bolt of lightning strikes loudly in the sky. He turns to face the monster as he freezes in shock, He knows, this time he won't be forgiven.

Agent Rhys Ashfield: a legend in the history of the F.B.I. Mentor to Flint. Husband to F.B.I Director Felix Ashfield. But who was he before? This is his story. A story of a tragic childhood, a story of blossoming and beautiful friendships, a story of a rise to greatness. Join Rhys as he makes his way through life, and learn everything he went through before he met Flint, the protagonist of the main Crystal Memories book.

Tender , jovial youngest and only daughter of Nevada Owen and Gesa Owen; Shreya Yuki Owen have been obedient through out the process of growing up. Until she felt that her family become distant as their Ice-cream parlor shop made a name internationally. Despite of how hard she tried to pursue her goals , all that she get is a disappointment look from their faces. Until she decided to make a move in straighten out family affairs in the household.  Gesa Owen , her mother used her as a shadow puppet. Yet Shreya on the other hand did not allow her own family to destroy the ambition she wanted for this family. Little by little seeing that her keen senses is helpful , their families secrets will be exposed. Unexpectedly, hardships will rise , a new pace of her life will change drastically when a 1000 years old comet opened a portal from Xia Dynasty , 1000 years way back to history. A typical American woman , Shreya Yuki Owen got transmitted and will be a daughter of a disloyal bureaucrat in China. She will learn the ways of Chinese people, experiencing another family affairs to unfold , and something interesting will awaken back her true smile aside from hating ice-cream.

[Once considered abandoned, I want to rebrand SoF as shown as a "pilot" in the event that it resumes, be it via the same storyline or a similar storyline though altered to better follow the direction of the Canon CFU]

Destiny is what we make it, nothing is ever pre-decided, not even among the Celestials. Isn't that what they say? And yet so many Celestials opt to do the same thing, to fight the supernatural that plagues the Mortal World & threatens good. For some, it is to give back for the lives they had so that they may protect the living. For others, it is to live up to their Arch-Angel Heritage and become proud warriors. For some they simply seek knowledge or to prove themselves, even for revenge or fun.

For ten Celestial Warriors of the Starset Kingdom of Elysium, destiny seems to have a plan. While they might all have different reasons, they all shall come together for the same thing: to save their world as well as ours from Sin.

Ten shall become one and stare down the barrel of the gun pointed at reality, to disarm and save what they all believe in. Their journey will take them against mad scientists with fake monsters, against all powerful demons from beyond space and time, against even themselves; from the skies of Heaven to the depths of Hell, to the shores of the Mortal world to those unknown. For these ten gifted students, destiny has a plan most valuable. The question remains, will they follow that path and their own, or walk the boarder into darkness and succumb to become that which they fight?