This is a collection of the poems I’ve written over the years. They’re about my journey towards becoming a better person and fighting for universal equality and solidarity and true collective liberation for all the people of the world.

An early childhood friendship ended too short. Hikaru Akai now finds herself trying to remember what happened 10 years ago. And figure out who this ghost is that's following her around.

pyaar ,, ek ayisi feeling hai ,, kisiko bhi badal Sakthi hai ,, woh caste ,, religion ,, ya beauty nahi dekhthi ,, kabhi kabhi ek ayise insaan se pyaar hojathi hai ,, jisse woh ek baar bhi nahi dekha ho ,, woh ek baar bhi nahi mila ho ,, bus uski ek ehsaas se unke dil ki dhadkan badjathi ..

yeh story bhi ek ayisi story hai ,,

kisne socha tha pyaar mein barosa nahi karne wale Karan sherghil ki life mein ek wrong call ne pyaar mein Diwana bana dethi hai ..

chalo dekthey koun hai woh haseena ,, Jo Karan ke zindagi mein toofaan ki tarah aayi hai ..

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.

Eric and I are the perfect couple. The young, strong, will-be soldier and the pretty blonde girlfriend by his side. Homecoming prince and princess. Children of the Empire. With everything stretching out for us to conquer and subdue.

Except we don’t want to conquer. We want to liberate.

And so, by the darkness of the night, we make our way out across the threshold of Eric’s vast house. And we step into our new beginning.

Through the forest. Through the river. Beyond the horizon. To the place of our destiny.

A recently engaged thirty something couple decide to celebrate their engagement by spending it at a secluded Beach resort. Unfortunately they soon find out that something is very wrong.

Ember was screaming. His people were screaming. His land was bleeding.

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Once there was a girl. And she had everything. Everything she didn't want Once here was a child. And they had nothing. But they were about to have the entirety of the future.

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You look up. And there is no sky only blood.

You look down. And there is no ground only bone.

A girl walks through the night holding out a lantern. That girl is not you.

The seventeen-year old is Queen. She should be happy about that, right? She's not only married but she's married to the king.

She's not only married but she's married to the king. She's got a husband who has money and power and rank. Someone she can honour and obey and give herself to. Someone who will provide for her as long as she stays in line. As long as she stayed quiet, stays submissive, stays without an opinion, stays calm and ladylike and (of course) beautiful. As long as she stays worthy of love, worthy of belonging, worthy of what he gives to her.

The seventeen-year old is Queen.

That means she has giant, ornate palaces, crystal chandeliers, hundreds of dresses, and a bunch of food she can't actually eat but can indeed stare at (fat women aren't attractive after all).

The peasants, the people lower down on the hierarchy, don't have that. They don't have food, often, as the price of bread can soar too high for them to buy it. They don't have warmth in the winter, or medicine for when they're sick. What they do have is hard work. Hard work and calloused palms, calloused fingers, calloused feet.

And her heart reaches out to them. But what does her heart know? It's not her place to have opinions.

She has to be loyal. To her man. ... Unless... unless her loyalty truly belongs with someone else.

Maybe the thing she has to be is brave.

That day, mankind could finally see the sun. The sky that had always been covered in smog and had never been seen before, who would have thought that it was so pure and alluring?

Thus, they danced in admiration of the gods’ grace bestowed upon them. They drank and sung, rejoicing about the gods’ greatness.

Despite their sincere gratitude, the gods chastised the people. After the festival that lasted for three days and three nights, the sky started to collapse.

The gods descended from above, and they dyed the land blood-red.

Translator: SaltyTank

Editor: Chrof

Original: 弒神之劍布諾希黎爾 by Wuxu (無胥)

✨EPIGRAPH✨

"We are coming for you...

✨SYNOPSIS✨

Evil isn't born, it's created.

Singing used to be a joyous affair. Everyone lifting their voices to the water's surface during all the festivals and whenever the mood struck. Merpeople from all the oceans came together to sing and commune with their ancestors every fifth blue moon until the Wraith War destroyed merfolk and humans alike.

Ayriel hasn't used her voice ever since the destruction of her home. Assuming she is the last of her kind, she's surprised to meet Tristan, a merman with a powerful method for bending others to his will.

A different tailspin on The Little Mermaid.

✨DISCLAIMER ✨

Inspired by The Little Mermaid and Come Away to the Water by Maroon 5 and Rozzi Crane, this short story was written in 2017 and kept in its original state.