Fiction and poetry

My phone was charging so I took a notebook and pen and scribble away.

Beautiful poem about good school girl illustrated with ai art

The divinity has supplied you with a sea of fishes Coral reefs let the fish lay their eggs Thus, you pollute the water with dynamite fishing And disturbed the sea bed Annihilated the reefs and exterminate

Do you know, The man who is your father? If he writes You won't read If he speaks you won't listen If he plays You won't watch. You don't know the man The way the world does You've seen him drunk And silly

The world is a terrifying place. I have to be strong. I can't show fear. I can't show my trembling hands Or anxious thoughts through my eyes My sighs Consume me Breath is impossible to keep When the world

Time and time again It doesn't get better It doesn't change It's just a stumble through Another day Another disaster It doesn't change Always the same Not what I wanted That ran away long ago But was it

Pixabay I realized it was real when I try to reach you, Your absence reminds me of your presence, How often I told you my struggle and hustle, Every moment mum I mourn you, You struggle out of the sickbed

What the hell am I? Who have I become? From a man who went to church every Sunday To a man who can't even call his mom on her birthday. I disintegrated This is not the life I want But what do I want? I

I let you in I let it out Everything and nothing sacred Was it wise? Was it safe? I don't know until it's done At the end of a lifetime. I hope in you I hope you're true Everything and nothing hidden Are

Another poem that I put over sound effects, and my first test of Dtube. @Dtube sucks. It failed the test. Soooo here it is manually posted where Dtube should have posted it if Dtube would allow me to add

Today is empty. But at least there're cats. Perhaps they can make me happy. And provide a moment of respite For a weary and tired soul. Tired of the dry air Tired and afraid that maybe this isn't my fate

Though it feels like I have lived a dozen lives My mind meditates on many more How it could have been How it could be How it really was If my perception was true. My dozen lives Haunt my eyes With memories

How foolish am I? To think it couldn't happen again. That someone could change That love could transform the selfish And I wouldn't get hurt again. I give up. I don't need companionship. I don't need help

You're going to Hell. But not for the reasons you think. You ebb and flow in your faith Like anyone does But you restrain your mind And float about the outside Of normal. The empty vacuum of this world

Image's Source - Fuente de la Imagen Sitting at the side of what was a road an older man contemplated melancholy, one of so many abandoned cities. He closing his eyes he could still for a moment feel her

Thank you October for your autumn breath. Thank you October for the yellow leaves That look so beautiful In the playful sunshine. Thank you October for the curious crows that looking for Something among

Original art and poetry.

Just felt like sharing this short story, i think it's by the legendary Borges...though i'm not quite sure... ▶️ 3Speak

Note: © 2021 sana.naveed If anyone reused my content without my permission will face legal consequences. تیری محبت جومیری روح میں در آئ ہے تیرا نام لینا مگر، زمانے بھر میں میری رسوائ ہے Your love has entered

English Spanish I have decided to publish the Spanish translation of a youth novel published on the web, for this project I chose "The world became a game after I woke up" signed by Basso77 and published