"Do you love me or do you not?" a poem about confusion love can do. a poem from a young teens point of view.

She's in love with him but he has no clue. Does she confess her love when he wakes up or does she keep it a secret til the day she dies and keep admiring him from afar?

The morning sun in Santa Fe, New Mexico, possesses a quality unlike any other I’ve encountered. It’s a light that doesn’t just illuminate but seems to imbue the very air with a sense of possibility, a subtle hum of ancient wisdom and unfolding destiny. On this particular day, as I stepped out of my sprawling home, a place of considerable size and value, a twelve-million-dollar testament to years of diligent work and fortune, that distinct Santa Fe light felt especially poignant. My usual routine involved an early trip to the grocery store, a habit I cultivated to free up the remainder of my day for pursuits more aligned with my passions – quiet reflection, creative endeavors, or simply enjoying the unparalleled beauty of the high desert. Yet, as I breathed in the crisp, cool air, carrying the faint scent of piñon and earth, I felt an unusual pull, a gentle yet insistent nudge to deviate from my planned trajectory.

Are things getting better? My life always seems to be in a state of flux- every time I think one thing is getting better, something else seems to get worse…

This title hints at the quest (the rare flower), the forest setting, and a hidden truth—something buried deep, both literally and emotionally. It has a wistful, fairy tale-like quality that fits the story of a boy on a journey to save someone he loves, only to uncover a forgotten part of himself.

Maya waits for the late train to Chicago, fleeing her suffocating marriage to David. On the platform, she unexpectedly encounters Adrian, her college love from eight years ago. He reveals he's been taking this train for months, hoping to find her running away. Both have spent years in unfulfilling lives after their breakup. When Adrian asks her to come with him anywhere, Maya agrees on one condition: no more running away—they'll do it right this time. Together, they board the train toward a second chance at love.

The poem is about A girl and she had a crush on this guy. But she doesn't think the guy loves him. So she left broken, unseen that the guy she loves doesn't love her. So now, with her broken heart, all she does is see him in the halls and say nothing; the love she had for him disappeared. But in the back of her mind, she always wondered did he liked her too, but he was too scared to say anything.

Having mostly resolved the vampire situation in Elm, and having cleared Halcyon's name, Sebastien and his companion venture to Kygaron, Sebastien's birthplace to warn the king of a coming threat... and to finally reunite with Sebastien's father.

Sebastien and his companion deal with the situation at hand as they're attacked by the dark creature that have been trailing them. After a fierce battle, they continue along the trail, eventually descending into a cave below, soon discovering something far darker than they could have ever forseen.

"The Rosy-Colored Dream: A Yearning Fulfilled" delves into the complex tapestry of a woman's desires, exploring the blurred lines between fantasy and reality, control and surrender, and the lengths to which one might go to manifest a deeply rooted longing. It is not merely a tale of physical encounters, but a psychological journey into the heart of a woman who dares to claim her desires, regardless of societal norms or familial expectations.

From Hallowed Grounds Café to the overgrown woods. Omnia and Mors make their way into Maidwick Woods to find the resistance. Or at least hoping to find them. With relationships being tested, both of them have choices to make. Choices that will effect their relationship as well as the future of everyone. Emotionally and physically, they will have to figure out their next steps. Whether it be alone. Or it be separately.

This is just gonna be the first three chapters of a book that I am trying to write. If people like it, I'll post more updates(chapters). My English teacher thinks I have what it takes to become an author, so I'm trying it out. So I hope whoever takes the time to read this enjoys. Also I am still working on creating a cover. so if anyone has any ideas that would be lovely. Thank You.

This is about what teen love feels like. Living someone begins with loving everything about them. The way they talk, and even the way they look.

This poem navigates the hardships of being a girl through times of difficulty and along with the many challenges to express how you feel

His voice had never sounded so cold. He stood towering above me, eyes like blades through the wreckage of my soul. I had lost more than a battle—I had lost Caelen. Soldier. Brother-in-arms. Maybe more than that. The mission was never what it seemed, and neither was the beast we faced. An aberration cloaked in illusion, just like the shame I now wear. I killed it—or think I did. But doubt gnaws like rot. As the commander stripped me of dignity with every word, I said nothing. I stood in the silence of loss, of failure, of love left unspoken. How do you survive the moment that takes everything?

“What a blessing, and what a prison, to carry it all.” A quiet unraveling in the dead of night. For the overthinkers, the insomniacs, the ones holding everything together.

“What’s the point of loving deeply, if the ending always feels the same?” For the sleepless hearts still searching for meaning in the silence. A reflection on memory, regret, and the questions that never settle.

“You saw the rawest, most authentic version of me— and even that wasn’t enough to change you.” A poem about love that lingers long after the wound. For anyone caught between letting go and holding on.

The first thing that hit me was the cold. Not just a chill, but a deep, bone-searing cold that seemed to hum with the essence of the Pacific Ocean, a vast and indifferent expanse stretching to the horizon. I’d flown into Seward, a small, bustling fishing town nestled against a formidable backdrop of mountains, accessible only by a short hop on a small jet plane from Anchorage, or a long, winding drive. I was here with a group of friends, a mix of curious adventurers and well-heeled tourists, seeking the raw, untamed heart of Alaska. We were staying in cozy cabins, rented for the winter season, a stark contrast to the life I knew.

In 1988, a seemingly ordinary decision to embark on an extraordinary walk led Mark down an unexpected path, culminating in an encounter that would become a deeply personal and unforgettable memory. What began as a routine, physically demanding trek across his city transformed into a night of surprising intimacy, attraction, and self-discovery.