Everyone has a story to tell, made from the moments in the lives we share. Consequently, every person has their own perspective, their own subjective experiences, and thereby, their own subjective realities. Even if the exact same story is told by two people, the details from one will differ in the other.

Reed and Lumina share their lives together, but each of them came from different backgrounds; each of them went through their own unique experiences. Reed is a human being like everyone else on Earth. Lumina is an Altiri, like every one in Genosis. Both are aliens to their own world, and both have seen their own source of immense darkness in their time.

The other side of the same story might sound similar at a quick glance, but in the depths of every personal reality, very little is ever the same. Welcome to the far side of the universe, in a safe corner of the world you've probably heard nothing about. Welcome ~ to Genosis. Welcome ~ to The Other Side.

Some thoughts.

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Three friends went on a vacation while working on a painting assignment from their college art program in Scotland. As a student, Ren had to minimize expenses as much as possible. Therefore, through a pamphlet found online, Ren was lucky to find a recommendation for a beautiful vacation spot.

The asphalt road beside which there was a Villa. Located on the Perthshire highlands and close to the natural landscape of Tay Forest Park. With fauna that enlivens the quiet park such as deer.

Or if you look to the right, the ground slopes down, offering a stunning view of Loch Tay Lake. The breeze is gentle, and the fish are fresh and large.

The three friends had been worried before. This was because before Ren found the villa's location on the pamphlet, they had already visited 3 accommodations and declined to stay because they were expensive, wandering for three hours just looking at the forest stretches beside them.

However, their worries were alleviated after they found the Villa, owned by Lady De Polcester.

Yet...

It was during their stay at Lady De Polcester's Villa that their sense of worry began to grow again.

Short poems that any can ingest.

relationship, sorrow, love poem, enjoy!

In a narrative permeated with the scent of loneliness and emptiness, a man with a dark past confronts an abandoned, dilapidated house, harboring secrets and forgotten memories. In a prologue rich with dramatic nuances, we witness his heavy steps, as if carrying the weight of unspoken sorrow.

His worn-out attire and a face revealing traces of pain bear silent witness to the challenging journey of his life. His departure leaves behind an atmosphere of melancholy, depicting a farewell to a home akin to shedding an old skin that can no longer be maintained. Amidst the creeping shadows, we are led through the dark corridors of memories that stretch between the ruins of the house and his faltering steps. Will this journey lead him towards enlightenment, or will it merely be a new chapter in the pages of a challenging life?

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.

The playground evokes memories when the Ferris Wheel took them to their annual rendezvous. The four individuals met for the first time in the opening of a beautiful story in the next chapter. Although no one knew what would happen, the tale they unfolded made them yearn to return to that time. Passing through friendship to love.

Unconsciously, sometimes life's metaphors do not always revolve around beauty; even a child knows that the merry-go-round turns its axis, placing the gondola in an unstable position.

Similarly, that's how the story chapter concluded. That's usually how cases are formed. Passing through friendship to love as well.

Brandon is forced to come out to his family, what happens to him next?

Sad poems from personal experience

The following poem is about someone who is remembering the bad spots in her own life. Her broken friendships and relationships replay over and over in her head, as they weigh her spirit down. She describes the feeling as a knife in her back being twisted.

Poems that Fran has written about everything.