Being killed by your own heart beat.. Just one of those days...

I don't know why I feel things so deeply, that when I'm emotionally or mentally hurt, I literally feel the pain hurt so bad physically.. Of course science already figured it out and named it Psychogenic Pain.. Bottom line.. It's messed up..

Tolerance to bumps and bruises,.. not even the case..

Maria Beatriz Olivieri foi criada por um família de caçadores de lobisomens, ela e sua irmã Samanta Marie, logo em seguida Mabe e Sam descobrem a sua verdadeira família que é de lobisomens com poderes. Mabe se apaixona pelo primo Stefan, e ele por ela. Será que ele vai descobrir que ela é uma caçadora de lobisomens e ainda tem um detalhe, ela matou o irmão dele Darius, será que o amor deles vai sobreviver ou vai por água abaixo?

A carefully curated collection of poems for the broken-hearted in search of comfort. A place to scream, cry, and sing together. Take a rest, stay a while and enjoy this commentary on the complexity of the human condition.

This poem captures the transformative power of love and the feelings that can be found in a deep relationship with another person. The poet describes how their partner's lips, through the power of a tender touch and loving kisses, can be sometimes able to erase fears and sorrows, providing a safe haven in loving arms.

"If You Have Faith."

"Or if your lover doesn't turn their back on you!"

"He stole my heart and kept in a jar beside his bed to poke at when he got bored."

A woman with a hole for her heart tries to win over his to replace the void.

Through selfless acts of love, petals, and chocolate, she slowly realises that maybe love can't be won over for someone who has given up on it.

Carrying a crushing realization and attempting to break free of the abuse, love finds its way to her again in a surprising way.

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This work will be submitted as a collab Valentines event for Ukiyoto Publishing.

All editing is done out of Penana for final submission

"I...i love you" He repeated, looking at me with hooded eyes. "If it was not clear before, I hope you can see it now" It was true, that at first I wasn't really able to see It, even through all the Intense staring and weirdly tense body movements, as I thought he hated me with passion, but as time went on, I realized it to be the opposite and that he actually meant it when he said he loved me. I stepped forward "And I love you" He looked at me, delight and happiness written all over his face, before crashing my lips with his, entangling our bodies together, giving each other warmth on this dark, chilly night.

simple love poem, enjoy!

Lars is a depressed college student who works at an in campus coffee shop to get by.

Sailor is a usually happy girl who comes into the coffee shop every day, and she seems to be the only thing that makes Lars' day a bit brighter.

These are their thoughts.

"Go to a coffee shop. Sit by the bar with the glass windows and look out. Look at all the people running to catch a cab or a train. All the girls with one too many shopping bags. All the couples too in love to care. Then you'll see it - a bit of yourself in everyone. And somehow, sitting alone in a coffee shop had never felt so good."- Sailor