Sadpoems Stories

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

ඔලුව නිදහස් වෙලාවට හිතට ගලාගෙන එන සිතුවිලි වෙනුවෙන් ඉඩක්... ✨ හා.. දුක හිතුනම දුක අකුරු කරන්නත් ඉඩක්‌.. 🥹✨

❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

This is a short poetry book with 15 poems each about love and how love can manipulate Your mind. Some will include affairs,lying, manipulating and even feeling insecure. It's a very sad set of poems that help you understand loss, change and grief whether it be a relationship or a friend .i hope you enjoy sad love story's because if you do then this for you!!

❛❛ He tells her the world will break anyone who dares to hope, and she laughs, refusing to listen. She moves forward no matter what he says, and he finds himself following, even when he does not want to. He thought he had lost all care, but with her, he begins to remember what it feels like to protect, to fight, and to feel alive . . . ❜❜ Galateya keeps running through a world that never stops, where danger waits at every turn. Shelomoh has seen hope die before, and he does not believe anyone can survive this chaos. When she nearly dies, he saves her, and together they face monsters, floods, and the endless chase. She is fearless and determined, and he is bitter but protective. In a place that devours everything, their bond might be the only thing that keeps them alive. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

Not all wars are loud. Some unfold in silence; within thoughts, within memories, within the spaces we never speak of. A Thousand Quiet Wars is a collection of poems that traces the unseen conflicts of existence: the tension between who we are and who we are expected to be, between what we feel and what we hide. Each piece holds a moment of resistance, a fracture, or a fleeting understanding, small battles that shape us in ways the world rarely notices. These poems do not seek resolution. ___________________________________________ They sit with the chaos, the quiet, and everything in between where the loudest wars are the ones no one hears. The poetry of my heart, a retry at my earlier and first collection. A retry at many things, many wars inside myself. The days have been hard. The days weren't ever hard before I feel, when I have to talk myself through every single smile and "happy" meal. A Poetry Collection of a thousand wars... a thousand deaths and a thousand times of trying again. I hope you give my poetry a try! ____________________________________________ The days have been wars lately, quite the time to die. The battles have left invisible scars, hurts me, as away I fly. The people are too happy these days, too much for me to survive a short hello, and a shorter goodbye. _____________________________________________ The Old Widow grieves the mystery of an unlived history. -From The Old Widow Memories have left lesions in their stead. -From Bane How can you ever find those eyes and eat away your bread? -From Lads of The Moors ______________________________________________

A poetry collection by Krystel Ariana, written through self-doubt, love, loss, and the quiet struggles of growing up. This is an entry of my life to remind me and you that it's okay to let your feelings spill onto the page instead of keeping them buried. A safe place for feelings to rest. These poems were written not to be beautiful, but to make every second breathable.

"this red thread woven in the vulnerable. | are we dull and palpable like you sought? | such impressible hearts that seek | another joyful memory | but let's just pretend, | that the conclusion is miles away. | swan songs and tidings, | are not what the world invites | but this heart yearns for so | and for a moment | the light shone and all bask in it | even beneath this raw flesh." song inspo: no choir by Florence & The Machine. It's seen 3 years and I am so excited to bring you another around of my short but interesting poetry. and I'm so happy. As usual feel free to Interpret these poems however. While listing to the inspiration songs and I'll make a full playlist of all songs this time. cover by me.

These poems are all based on real moments in my life. I find writing poetry like breathing. I just put the pencil to the page (all of my poems always start in my many notebooks) and the words flow. The Midnight Poems collection is unfiltered, unedited, and raw. Enjoy!

Keeping it short. I write poems here, i hope you enjoy them.

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A personal collection of angst, lust, thoughts, and pain. Enduring and overcoming narcissistic abuse, finding self love and empowerment through healing and art. Some poems will be pathetic as I wrote them when I was in the midst of my dark ages. Others will be stupid. Only some will be good. ⚠️On-going work in progress, to be formally published in paperback once complete.⚠️ WARNING: graphic material. Violence, vulgar language, & sexual themes.

collection of creative expressions of vulnerability.

Collection of poetry that reflects tales of life, love, loss, and leaving. Many feelings will be present, so proceed only if you're ready to feel all the feelings.

I'm currently in a residential treatment center (RTC). While i'm here i'm going to try and get deeper into poetry. Here's what I have so far.

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡?

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

This book is for the ones who stayed too long, loved too much, and learned the hard way what it means to let go. Every poem is a fragment of my soul, but also a mirror for yours. May you find comfort in knowing you're not alone in your ache, and courage in the hope that healing always comes. Starting date August 2025

{WIP} Mostly vent poetry, but also random poems.

Poetry If anyone is relating to these poems, I request kindly seek help, if not then there's always help available.