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..

"My mind your always on it. Why did you have to die? Come back? Please? I need you!"

This is just a collection of some of the poems I’ve written over the years, about the many emotions, dreams, desires, and destinies inherent to existing in this world. I write about the many ways the world around us affects us and how we in turn affect it.

[ Naimah Flash Back]

Your test results shows that you have been overdosed on a contraceptive pill found only in the black market.

[END OF FLASHBACK]

Immediately her flashback ended, Naimah accidentally spills the juice on her skirt, she excuses herself from the dinning table and walks to the female bathroom to clean up the stain but halts at the male door when she hears two familiar voices kiss and say;

Voice 1: Here, it's specially made for her but different from the last one I brought, mix it in her coffee drink, she will never know. All we need to do after that is to patiently wait for her to start hallucinating and showing signs of paralysis before sending her to a psychiatric hospital to die.

Voice 2: I can't wait for her to die so, her inheritance, shares in the company will be ours...

Voice 1: You are not eager to be with me...

Voice 2: You are everything I ever needed, then the voice continued to kiss the other person.

Naimah was thankful she had her phone with her, she was smart enough to record it than cry like a baby and get discovered by those two.

She didn't bother to clean up anymore but went back to the table like nothing ever happened.

What next, she thinks to herself.

Chan's sudden scream scared us all. His eyes were wide open in a blink of an eye and tears began to fall from those eyes as no one expected.

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I screamed as his body pressed against my lower abdomen. Ignoring it, I quickly stepped towards the nearest opening under the stage.

My legs were already shaking.

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she took an ice pack and  gently placed it on his bruised abdomen. Chan gasped and writhed in a groan. I slowly ran my hand through his hair and stroked it gently, hoping to comfort him at least a little.

An anthology based on a mix of twelve short stories inspired by twelve monthly prompts, by Deadlines for Writers. (2022 Edition)

Makes all the Adeline go wrongly in our veins

Makes us the hell out of the gate

Running through the fields

Mind comes out from your brain

When you hit to the name

Hurry up you’re on the train

People will rush you to death

Gateway drug on your head

To get out of this place

Will make you crazy to walk on the line

nervous of your thoughts will break down the fence of yours

Everybody says gotta take the situations seriously

Common of the worlds and minds unit and destroy the nations

Subsidiaries of the pages of war will crush down the kingdoms

song ideas

~ choice in love

~ you don’t have complete control who you love

~ self love for being yourself

~ TW: hurting yourself

A collection of poetry that I wrote after leaving my ex.

So many choices but

Integrate one only.

Leave behind tactics.

Everlasting courage to

Needle stars and

Change forever.

Even pleading

Drives the road.

Tween Elizabeth has been struggling to fit in ballet class for the past six months due to scoliosis. Before she knew it, quitting suddenly became much more difficult through post-ballet life thoughts along with friends. Will she end up risking her reputation of "Graceful Ballerina" and take up a whole new version of herself, or will she find a way to fit in?

Through the poetry collection, Elizabeth examines themes of belonging, desires, and fitting in.

This story has an incident that has happened to me when I attended school but I have changed a few thing so that it could be more of a forbidden, student-teacher, romance story.

Ora Marshal is a nineteen year old history college student. Her first day at college doesn't go as planned after seeing the man that she thought she would never see again. Her history professor. He is a magnetic blue eyed, painfully handsome man, whom she has a crush on, yet his attitude had changed towards her after the incident. The past year catches up with her and the embarrassment that she had to endure. Can Ora handle the semester in his class? Can they work through it? Will she be able to tell him the truth about the incident? What happens when he returns her feelings?

I never thought it would be so hard to say goodbye to someone to be close to you. But unfortunately, we have to do this sometimes. So, I have no choice. I understand there is no point in trying to change something because everything is hopeless in my case. This is my goodbye letter for those, who truly wanted to make me a little happier but did not manage to help me trust them and open my heart and my soul to them...