Love is an inevitable feeling for one another. However, it has the challenges to be faced by one another, not just the tempo and rhythm experienced and felt by one another, but by promises and what it takes to be with on another. This book entrails about the words of romance.

Hi! I just felt like writing these. These are not ordered like a story. Each poem carries a different story. Some might seem to relate. This is just a random assortment of my poems. Whenever I get a new idea I'll keep writing it. If you like these then do comment your feedback.

Simply a compilation of poems I've written and will write in the future. The title means "Poems by a decaying mind" in Latin. I rated it PG because of mentions of suicide and mental illness, though I highly doubt any children would be reading this. Most of these poems are in English, but there are a few in German and sometimes one or more lines are in either Latin or Hungarian. Have fun ;)

Just my imagination.

A poem from my brain... take care i guess

Hey Decemberis a poignant meditation on memory, homecoming, and the bittersweet passage of time, framed through the quiet reflections of the year's final month. This collection captures the essence of December—not just as a season, but as a metaphor for nostalgia, change, and the longing for something both familiar and fleeting.

Through evocative verses, the poems trace a journey from the innocence of childhood Decembers, where snowfall, traditions, and warmth filled the air, to the complexities of adulthood, where the past becomes a distant echo. As time carries us forward, away from familiar comforts and towards uncertain horizons, Hey Decembercontemplates the meaning of home, the weight of distance, and the sacrifices made in pursuit of dreams.

More than a collection of seasonal musings, Hey Decemberexplores the transient nature of happiness, the search for belonging, and the quiet beauty of rediscovery. It is an introspective journey through time’s impermanence, offering a gentle reminder that even as the world changes, some things—memories, love, and longing—remain.

These are not perfect poems. They don’t follow rules. They don’t use big words. But they are honest. This is a small collection of 12 short poems I wrote about love, mental illness, and the strange spaces in between. I’ve never studied poetry. I just wrote what I felt, in the simplest way I could. If you’ve ever loved someone too much, or felt like your mind was a little too loud, maybe these poems will feel familiar. You don’t need to be a poetry expert to read them. You just need a little space in your heart.

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As the name says, a collection of poems i have written

A collection of 206 poems, one for every bone in the body.

Comments welcomed! :)

Four linked haikus on the power of even small acts of kindness.

When I look into the mirror

It is me, I guess

A girl looking back

Who is drowning in the mess

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When I look into the mirror

I smile big

Because if I don’t

I can never win this

sad love/relationship poem...