This collection delves into the powerful emotions that shape our lives-love, loss, and the strength to rise above. Through vivid imagery, the poems explore the enduring bonds of affection, the resilience born from hardship, the melancholy of minds, and the personal growth that comes from embracing both light and shadow. With themes of empowerment, self-love, and connection, the poems invite readers into a world where devotion stands against the tide of adversity, where the heart learns to heal and transform, and where love is both a refuge and a force of change.

The collection's themes center on existential struggle, isolation, and the search for meaning in a world that feels both oppressive and indifferent. The poems explore the tension between inner conflict and outward expression, where the act of writing, reflection, and connecting with nature serves as both a sanctuary and a reminder of deeper emotional turmoil. There is a desperate yearning for freedom, whether through self-expression, the fleeting beauty of nature, or the longing for connection, yet this is often tempered by a pervasive sense of inescapable isolation and self-doubt.

The struggle with identity, self-sacrifice, and personal suffering runs through the poems, creating a haunting, introspective atmosphere. The collection as a whole conveys a dark, reflective tone, where moments of fleeting clarity or beauty are overshadowed by an undercurrent of loss, sacrifice, and an existential yearning.

“The day I presented as an alpha was one that was rejoiced throughout the village. The sickly, little asshole I had become known as, had finally become a man… My mother and father certainly never warned me of the pain that I would have to endure to become one of them…”

A tale of struggle and pride, desire and blood, longing and suffering, and the discovery of a witch.

- blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin 0.75 -

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“Being born with an abnormal amount of space between by balls and my asshole had never actually bothered me. What bothered me was what such a space implied… the possibility that I would present as an omega…”

A tale of transformation and acceptance, battle and frustration, fear and blood, devastation and reconciliation, rehabilitation and a hope for the future.

- blade of nightshade, be my strength not my ruin 0.5 -

Here's to a 23 y.o. who is just trying to figure things out and see what sticks. Sometimes this will be just my thoughts from throughout the day and sometimes it will be poetry I wrote but don't want in my most recent poetry book I'm currently working on.

Hope its entertaining, inspiring, or at least boring enough to help the insomniacs sleep.

A brief poem about life as it is within personal perception, accosted by the views of external players.

Spirituality merges with dark fantasy in a poetic and thrilling way!The book is a mix of prose & poetry and is written in 'Theatre Play' - old ballad style.In this first spiritual fantasy thriller stand-alone sequel, Drakko, a common young man ending his career, meets the One that sparks his inner journey. As Drakko’s spiritual journey began long ago without him even knowing, the encounter hastens his progression, and the many worlds slowly start to become One.Embarking on the last job, difficulties faced test his inner strength, and bring him to places – inside and out – he did not even dare to imagine…Bear witness to his transformation; find the clues pointing to Yourselves, and see what happens to Those that Think they’ve found It while their search for the Truth has barely begun!

poetic thoughts

Avaz is a poetry book dedicated to love, i.e. disappointment with the fragments that love can leave us as a legacy, but it is also directed towards warm emotions towards dear people without whom one cannot live.. Thus, the author, guided by the youthful poetic arm of the male-female poetic dialogue, balances the conflict between these two opposing camps.. Her poetry is sometimes inspired by the philosophical questions of the existence of Pandora's boxes in each of us, and sometimes they are just short notes, lines, dashes caught in the passage of time around space.

An immigrant girl ponders the life she hopes she has yet to live. Ponders the family she shared no blood with. Ponders the people she'd give her blood to. Ponders the universe she's been born into.

It has been a memory since I was a child, I used feel so sad when it rain. When I'd no idea why it rained and what seasons are for or how!

Even to this day, when it rains I feel an unforgettable loneliness somewhere in my heart, as if the world is empty without people and love. But that doesn't mean I never had fun in rain.

I do, I love rain. But sometimes you never know how to hold your overwhelming feelings.

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