When the time strikes I love to write a sweet to dark poem. I do hope they are understood and enjoyed, any questions do ask. I do not mind guiding confusion or similar wonders. These poems are about life, reality, pain, heartache, love, and passion.

Book of 'dark' poems that author created (impromptu).

Noah- i just dont know rose but you are really pretty and you are the most beautiful eyes I just don't know I just felt that I have fallen for you in a second when eyes meet with each other I really love that eye contact with you I am so sorry if you feel awkward that I am saying this things to you but whatever I am saying it's true I'm really sorry if you feel bad.

Rose- o Oh ho sweet of you saying such things to me.

Noah- your welcome sweetie.

Rose- can you say something about you I wanna know you "

Noah- Why not? So I am 18 years old my name is Noah and I really love to swim and write short poems I know many of people are not attracted to this small poems poems but I am really attracted to them I just don't know whenever I am sad whenever I am happy I just like poems like a short and I just express my feelings from that poems

Rose- oh that's really cool like why people don't like it I really appreciate such kind of thing I am really happy that I met someone who do the same thing has been even I do write small short stories I really love to write small and short stories and I express my feelings.

Noah- oh my god now I feel that we are connected to each other don't you feel that rose

Rose - here's my home i am going home bubyee sorry if i am rude for not answering the question but i dont know how to answer it either.

At Home.

Mom- who was that guy ?

Rose -MOMM!!!!
Mom - Yesterday you told that you don't want to get involved in any boyfriend material so who is he he is Your Man right I know rules even I was the same when I was young like you don't keep secrets Rose I am your mum and I know you well

Am I really falling for him he was so sweet today where he told that my eyes are beautiful really loved his really dark Husky voice which I really loved. let's see what happened next I don't know what will happen whether I will be together with him or not let's sleep good night

what will happen next?
Noah will ask her out for a date  or not?
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My heart is full of sorrow and I had to go back to the airport to go to Canada this is the first Canadian that would hate being in Canada but I've had a rough life. All the way to the Ottawa international Airport I felt like I was being betrayed by my lover.  Find the learning gear hit the ground I knew I would never see him again I didn't know how but I just knew that I wouldn't see him again if you was tired. I was crying when I got off the plane so bad that I had to be in a wheelchair. I refuse to walk I refuse to listen to anyone I was speaking only an hour back and not English and telling people to go fuck off.  When I got the strength to go back to my apartment it was completely different and lonely it wasn't even homely. I was in on how empty it was like my heart. No one would believe it if I said that I made love to the crown prince of Saudi Arabia but I did.  I worked extra shifts to get extra money to go back to Saudi Arabia but it was still not enough or fast enough I am getting more jobs and burning myself out. That's when they started to come in one by one the letters in the poems



My love my love my habibi 
It is against sharia law for me to divorce my wife but I am going to do the trust for you. I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me. I think Allah And fade had brought us together and we have around each other soulmates. Please come back as soon as possible you don't have to be a slave or a worker I will love you as wife always    Signed Faysel.   

I captain cherished everyone of his letters and poems and his book I read every day I'll be with in the Koran. I prayed that I would see him again let me out of the suppressive place where I was at Miss treated as a kid. To me Canada it was full of evil clowns and it was a fun house like Zibo from are you afraid of the dark. Without my lover I was afraid of the dark.  I literally had to sleep with the lights on because I was afraid of seeing Zibo the clown from our you afraid of the dark. This was nothing more than a Funhouse a fucked up place with the fucked up clowns I thought I just wanted to be in the arms of my lover.
At night I dreamt of being with him or being with him that first time he treated me like a queen you wanted me to be his queen. Why else would you give me a ring exactly my finger size. I could literally feel his flesh inside me as I slept and I can feel pressure of his body on top of mine but it was just a dream.  When I woke up and the sensations are gone I realized I was where I didn't want to be and that it was not real so I would go for my koran for Yasir or comfort Arabic. Every time I read every word and he'll drop down on my cheek and roll. I was in so much emotional pain that it was unbelievable. The next paycheque was gonna be the final paycheque and I was going to go back to Saudi Arabia to be with my one true love Fazil.
How I wanted him to tackle me onto that rug and make love to me as if he never made love to a woman that's all I wanted. I never felt such heartbreak in my life yeah we never broke up he just ghosted me and sent me letters and poems that was it enough I want to be in his presence. So the next day it was payday and I took all my money I didn't care about the bills I was going to move in Saudi Arabia to be with him I left the landlord hanging and so with bills and left.  I packed up my few precious belongings and clothing in the book that he gave me a Islamic poetry and I went back.


a female prilgram to mecca falls in love with the princess of Saudi Arabia when on the hajj.   that one night haunts her and she wanted if he feels the same

𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒟𝑜𝓀𝒾 𝒟𝑜𝓀𝒾 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑀.𝒞 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓀𝒶 

-On a bright Morning The rise M.C stretches and gets out of bed He brushes his teeth and gets leave we walks down the street until he reaches the corner waiting for Sayori as normal-

M.C: Again it's time to wait for her shes always late why do I even wake up at this time knowing she will be leaving out late 

-Just then someone loudly calls for M.C he immediately thinks it's Sayori but the Voice was Higher Pitched-

M.C!  M.C! Hey It's me Natsuki!

M.C: Natsuki? What are you doing here I thought you been was in school why you here?

Natsuki: I was on my way to school and decided to come a different route we should walk to school together come on let's go

M.C: But I normally wait for Sayori-

-Natsuki begins to pout she was rather upset about the response that he gave her-

M.C: Fine I'll just let Sayori know when she comes to school that You wanted to walk to school together

-They both begins to walk meanwhile in the distance Sayori was watching She begins to become sad at the sight of them leaving without her she starts walking a different way to school-

-In school Monika Was watching Sayori Come into school first She begins to smile softly then goes to her she greets Sayori then takes her to her class-

-The end of the day in the classroom M.C walks in and sees Sayori in the corner her eyes seem Gloomy he walks over to her-

M.C: Hey sayori sorry for not walking you to school today we can walk home together though and also what did you write your poem to?

-Sayori looks up then her eyes become bright again trying to hide her sadness She smiles softly-

Sayori: Duh I can't tell you that We just have to wait for Monika and we can read the poems to the club members 

-Just then Yuri, Natsuki and Monika all walked in Monika had a small smirk then looks at everyone she begins speaking to everyone- 

Monika: Alright members take your seats!

-Everyone sets down and looks at Monika-

Monika: Yesterday assignment was to write a poem to someone in the class and we share out instead we go to each person and share what we wrote

-Everyone gets up and Walks to each other Yuri walks over to M.C-

Yuri: My poem was for you M.C I hope you like it

-She begins reading her poem It was Nice and Timid It was mysterious and uses strong words to express herself on paper when she was finished they both talked about their poems-

-Sayori walks over to M.C and reads her poem to her she uses Fantasy words and words to express love she was excited to see M.C response-

M.C: Woah that was great and wonderful Sayori you really know how to write a poem 

-Natsuki starts reading hers She uses cute words and Cute things to express herself on palate she also drew a cute bunny rabbit in the corner of the paper- 

M.C: I didn't know you like so much cute things Natsuki That's awesome

-She begins to Puff her cheeks and looks away she calls him and Baka then goes back to her seat-

-Lastly was Monika She uses mysterious words and strong words similar to Yuri however it was a different side to it almost like it was dark and Creepy a bit M.C didn't say anything about it-

M.C: Woah this is kinda Dark but this was great Monika I didn't know you like dark things

Monika: Yes I do I love making the story dark and Mysterious it brings out the tone of the book and makes the mood great when your reading it alone

-Monika gets Up and goes back the front of the room she gets ready to make a announcement- 

Monika: As you may know the school festival is coming soon so we need to make a bunch of things happen we need a lot of Writing and lots of cupcakes are you ready to share your Poems to the world?!

Yuri: N-No I'm not ready I didn't think we need to share our poems to the world I don't think I'm ready to

Natsuki: Aw come on Yuri brighten up this is a chance for the Club to become famous it's a change for the club to become packed with new members

Yuri: Y-Yes I suppose your right

Monika: Alright M.C you will be helping Yuri out on Saturday and Helping Natsuki out on Sunday and Sayori you can help me and write lots of cool Poems

-Sayori looks sad for a bit knowing she wouldn't be around M.C like that however she brightens up and becomes happy again- 

Sayori: O-Ok!

-After the club Sayori waits for M.C she looks around and sees him but with Yuri instead she walks over to him-

Sayori: Hey are we waking home together?

M.C: Sorry sayori but today Yuri wants me to come over her house to get ready for the School Festival She wants to make some good ideas for the banners

-Sayori looks away sadly she then looks at M.C changing her expression to happy again-

Sayori: T-That's ok alright I'll see you later then 

-Sayori begins looking down then leaves M.C sees her looking down he notice she have been sad lately and haven't been her normal self- 

M.C: Sayori.....

-M.C and Yuri begins walking to her house meanwhile Monika standing in then window Watching her eyes was dark green with the same devilish smirk on her face-

Monika: M.C you will be mine one way or another Teehee~



I'm reading a book filled with poems and I'm actually starting to like it. At first I thought it was dum because half of the poems were about love and finding your soul mate but when I reached the middle of the book the poet changed. Changed their perception about the world and how they see it. The poet became cynical and more mature because at first I thought the poet was very dumb for believing in love and things that consern it.I love the dark side of the poet and I love reading about the journey the poet had made from love to hate. The kettel stops boiling and I look up from my book and walk towards the kettel.As I make the tea I hear a truck and voices in the road.I raise and eyebrow and walk to the kitchen window suddenly curious of what's going on. Outside is a truck and people that's unloading furniture from it and moving it inside the house across the road from ours. Well looks like someone finially bought the house across the road. It's been empty for over a year now the old lady that lived there moved in with her daughter last year and it's been empty ever since. I just hope they're not some crazy family I really don't have time for drama. I walk back to the counter grab my tea, put of the light and leave the kitchen.

"Being a teenager is tough...you're still trying to figure out who you are and where you fit in, it's all about self discovery Heather," My therapist says in a calm voice.  "We are here to help you honey but we can't help you if you don't help yourself," My mother says with a voice filled with pity.Everyone around Heather sees her as this unstable teenage girl who clearly needs help but they don't know for sure what's wrong with her and neither does she. In this book of self discovery, love, passion and daring friendship Heather tries to make sense of who she is and if she's really insane, everything falls in to place with "1000 ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ." In my head I am sane but in theirs I am not...

From the light kingdom, there was a knight. His name was Alexander though most people did not know he even existed. As in his veins was fire. Most people would say he had the rare fire magic. If people know he had fire magic that is. Instead he would say his blood was fire. It was just who he was. His magic was just a big part of him. 

Fire
There is fire in my veins.
An uncontrollable fire 
that never dies out! I 
can not control this 
fire in my veins!

The fire wants some
thing I can not give it!

What can I do to control 
this magic? The magic 
that is influenced by my
own emotions?

The magic that takes 
ahold of my mind, body,
and soul! What can I 
do to stop this madness?

If this becomes out of 
control could I stop?  
Or would the world 
be destroyed?

With this type of power a
in my veins. I need a 
anchor to stop this fire
burning down the world!

Fire magic is in body. It 
can not be controlled!
No matter what I do...
It still rages on like a 
raging fire!

An uncontrollable fire
that will not let up. Even
in the face of danger! 

I will have to be calm
to stop the this fire 
from taking over!

For this reason, he was hidden away by his family. He was not hidden away actually. He was just disguised. He had to wear brown contacts and had to dye his hair blonde just so he could be a regular person. That could go outside to enjoy life. He was so not a normal person. Not that he knows of course. He thought he was normal. Ice is in the middle of that He had to do this for as long as he could remember. He did not know this but, they did this since he was a baby. He always wondered why hid? His parents always told him. They told themselves it was in case someone would use him for evil because of this he never felt like he fit in. He had to hide who he really was. How could he feel like he was true to who he was? Every time he looked in a mirror he felt his soul break every single time. He stopped looking in a mirror when he was a child. It was just too painful to look at a stranger in his body.

Hiding
I am hiding. 
I do not know 
who this person
in the mirror 
staring back at
me is?

Who is the real me? 
I have yet to 
figure it out! With
this stranger looking
back at me…. Who 
am I really?

Am I a brave knight 
or a coward?  Am I 
a strong person
everyone sees or 
am the weak person 
I see? Or am I some
thing different all 
together? 

Will my destiny show
me the real me or will
I be forever lost in the 
shadows of who I really
am?

With my voice being 
lost in time? I will become
the wind. With everyone 
only hearing me howl....
who am I?

I will become lost in 
time. Never knowing 
who is looking back
at me?

This stranger moves 
when I do! Speaks 
when I do! Eats when 
I do! But, this image
is so wrong!

With this image looking 
back at me.... I close my
eyes as I wonder who am
I?

Even with fire in his blood, he was not the bravest. As he hid each day who he really was he never felt confident. He did not know how he looked, how could he be brave? He was bullied because of it in the light kingdom. For this reason, he worked in the dark kingdom protecting the one good person in the kingdom. She was the one who he could be brave for. How could he not be brave for the love of his life? Hiding in the shadows with this. He called himself the silent knight.

Though he really did not want to be a knight as he would rather write poems about his fair princess. He was only a knight to protect the fair Zara from idiots from the dark kingdom who wished her harm. No one knew it was a knight who protected her. As it was a secret. They all thought it was the "prince". It was safer this way as no one knew who he was. How could they see him as a knight? When he is nothing but, a knight. This way she was much safer. After protecting the princess he was a poet at heart.

Here is a poem he wrote:
Silent Knight
You are safe my sweet
princess. I am the silent
knight and I am your
protector. May you
always be safe under
my protection.

May the fire magic
in my veins protect 
the fire in your heart!

May your flame never
die our! As long as I 
protect you with my
flame! 

With this flame in 
my veins. It never
dies out. For it is 
my duty and destiny 
to protect your flame!

With this fire under
my belt. I will destroy 
the world... for you!

With this fire magic
in my veins it is my 
duty.... to hide in the 
shadows! To always 
be your silent knight!

Even when the world
falls... my flame will die
out! For my love for you
will never burn out. As I 
am your silent knight
protecting you with this
flame inside my veins!

He would write his poems while not fighting about his fair princess. As she was his love at first sight.

Love
Love? What is this?
An emotion that 
makes me go crazy!

I just met you and my
heart swells inside my
chest. 

It hurts of how much 
I love thee. My heart 
thumps inside my 
chest for you! My
brain goes fuzzy with
thoughts of you! My 
stomach is jumpy 
when around you.
My mouth has a 
mind of its own 
when around you.

If this is not love,
then what is?

I would lie down my 
life for you! Give up
everything for you.
My fire is yours to 
use! For I would do
anything for you...
my love!

If this is not love...
then I must be nuts!
For you are the only
one for me!

The poet inside found its muse and it wrote about her as soon as he saw the beautiful Zara. How could it not? She was the most beautiful thing he ever saw!

As soon as he sees her poems are written.
Poetry is my voice. 
It is the way I can 
say what I feel with
out losing my cool!

It is the way I can love
you in the dark. Where
I can show you....I love 
you forever without using
words that fail me so!

A poet I am to tell you
love is real! As my heart
beats oh, so loudly only
for you! For you are my
whole wide world!

A poet I am. Though 
my poems may not
rhyme. I can still use 
my voice... to voice
everything I feel.

Without poetry my
voice would be silenced....
He would always sing when he thought of her.

He was a poet but, he would always keep the fair princess safe. As it was his duty as her knight. Oh, how could fate be so cruel? His heart thumped inside his chest for his fair princess. He was in love with her. With her icy blue eyes and hair as dark as a shadow. To him, she was beautiful and amazing. To most people, she was cold, ugly, and evil. Some people even called her boring. But, our knight was not like many people.

Our knight was shy. That is why he snuck around.  Every time he was in her presence he stuttered and blushed like a schoolgirl. Our knight did not look like a knight. As he was the opposite of a knight. He looked a Liberian and he had the smarts that go with it. He was skinny, short, and very young. And he looked like a model with brown eyes and brown hair or so people think Some would call him a warrior while others would call him a sissy. He would call himself boring. How could he not everyone had blonde or black hair with black or white eyes? Which were creepy if you ask our knight. That is why he is drawn to the princess she was different from everyone else. She made his breath come faster and his heart to skip several beats. How could it not? When she was the definition of an angel!

The only thing going for him is his heart. He had a never-ending love for his princess. Some would call him a sap. But, he did not care as he was in love. He would do anything in the shadows for her and he has in the past. He has protected her with everything he has. Not that anyone knows about it. As the prince always took credit for his work. After he did all the work. The prince would sweep in. But, he honestly did not care. He only cared if the wonderful and beautiful princess was safe. He was starting to care as the prince started to feel off. Not that anyone else saw it. No, they were blind to what was happening. 

His life was anything but, dull. Saving a princess from thrives, Dragons, and other things trying to kidnap, steal, or, kill the princess was a full-time job. But, he loved every single minute of it! As he got to be near the beautiful princess. He could say one thing though his life was never dull. Though to him, it was hard as he was her silent protector. That hid behind a tower that not even the princess family know he was there. He could be the silent knight if anyone knew who actually protected the princess. But, to anyone else, he was just invisible. A sad tale I know. This was just his tale loving afar. They say to love then not too. As it is said to make you stronger. I guess we will find out. In this tale of a knight who loves a princess.

I don't see Yara again for 2 more days.
I had figured that she had gotten a schedule change, so imagine my surprise when I go into first period today and see her again in the very last row. I'm early for once, so it's only me and her in the classroom.
And yes, she's still beautiful. Her dark, curly hair is pulled into a rather large ponytail, her AirPods nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by quarter sized silver hoop earrings. She has a little pink spiral notebook on her desk and scribbles in it occasionally after scrolling through her phone.
It's poems. She's gotta be recording or writing poems.
I walk over to the desk on her very left and have a seat. She turns to me and smiles, both of her dimples showing. "Hey Willow Tree. Read any good poems lately?"
"Willow Tree?" I question, smiling. It's not the first time I've heard that, and usually I'd be annoyed but everything sounds better coming from her lips.
I want to say something, anything, but her round hazel eyes have me pinned to the spot. I can't do anything but stare into her eyes.
I expect her to break away, to say something, to do anything, but all she does is stare back, her expression revealing nothing, yet her eyes saying everything.
It takes all my free will to lower my eyes and say, "Actually, yes I have read some good poems." After the day we met, I went home and memorized a poem that I thought was really good. I really want her to like me, and this is the only way I know how to relate to her.
"I doubt you know this one, though."
I clear my throat and say from memory: "'I love you as/ certain dark things/ are to be loved./ in secret—'"
"'Between the shadow/ and the soul,'" We say at the same time. I smile, and she bites her lipgloss covered bottom lip and stares at her fingers, which are now covered in pink nail polish.
"By Neruda," Yara says, still looking down but I can tell she's trying not to smile. "That's a really good one."
I had no idea how to pronounce their name tbh.  I wonder why she's so embarrassed. I say, teasingly, "How do you even knowthat? Like, you weren't even alive when that poem came out!"
She looks up at me, the left corner of her mouth turned up. "Let's just say," she says, reaching down into her backpack and pulling out a rather large gray notebook , "I really really like poems."
More people file into the classroom, but I ignore them and focus my attention on the abnormally large notebook on Yara's desk.
As she puts her tiny pink notebook away I say playfully, "Are you gonna tell me what's in the notebook, or am I supposed to guess?"
She chuckles, and I melt a little. 
"It's my poetry collection," she explains. "I've been collecting these poems since I was 12 years old."
She flips to the first page, which is dated "3-9-16", with handwriting that definitely had to belong to a 12 year old. And the poem that she written down was extremely childish, but you really can't expect more from a twelve year old.
I burst out laughing. "Candy corn," I say, wiping my eyes. Yara grins.
"Well, what's wrong with candy corn?"
"It's absolutely disgusting."
She gasps in fake horror, shaking her head so that loose curls fall in front of her face. "It is not! Candy corn is the absolute one thing I love about autumn."
I giggle a little and say, "I'm not gonna say your opinion is wrong because it's you're opinion but, um, you're opinion is wrong sweetie."
She rolls her eyes. "Whatever Willow."
I roll my eyes back. "Whatever, Yare-Bear."
For once, it's her turn to be confused.
"What did you call me?"
Why did I say that! I barely know this girl!
"Never mind, it was stupid." I adjust a stray strand a hair back into the tight donut bun atop my head and avoid eye contact, although I can feel her eyes searching my face. I wonder what she's thinking.
"Wait a min—" Yara starts to say but is cut off by the teacher's heels clicking into the classroom, the door slamming behind her. Class has officially started.
As she begins her boring lesson, I take out a notebook and pen and attempt to write down her attempts at handwriting. And yet again, I give up and instead settle on just taking a picture of the board at the end of class.
I pull out my phone which, of course, Yara has already done. I guess that's gonna be a trend.
I'm hungry, so pull out my new bag of salt and vinegar lays and open them. Immediately like half the class including the teacher just turns and stares at me like creeps. I don't know what to do so I just stare back. 

"Miss Harris, I don't know where you think you are, but you can't eat in here." She grabs her pointer and points to a sign that says no full allowed. "Put the chips away now."
"But I'm hungry! You can't tell me what to do with my stuff because they're mine!"
"And now you have detention."
Bish what?
Teacher walks to her desk and pulls out a pink slip, scribbles something in it, walks to my desk and hands it to me.
"Get out of my classroom," she says, not even mad or anything.
"Ok class! Back to the comma rules..."
She's acting like she didn't just put me out her class for pulling out Chios and almost eating them.
I'm annoyed, so I grab my book bag and get ready to walk down to the detention room. I'm not even halfway to the door when I hear Yara say, "Well, don't leave me behind."
I turn around, and Yara has her backpack on and her grey notebook in her arm. "I'm coming with you."
"Miss Theron," teacher says, looking really annoyed now. "You haven't earned a detention so you're staying here. Please return to your seat."
She looks at her expectantly.
And I expect her to go back to her seat but, to everyone's surprise, Yara leans on my shoulder and says loud enough for everyone to her hear, "Ms Spandivinski is such a bitch."
The room goes dead silent for a moment. I don't think anyone expected Yara, who comes across as this kind, respectful girl, to ever curse like that, let alone to a teacher.
The entire class, including me, erupts into laughter. The teacher takes a step backwards, her face red, her eyes wide in anger.
"Get out of my classroom!" She yells. "Both of you! Detention everyday until I say you don't have it!"
I know I'm in trouble, but I'm just laughing because I could really care less.
I hold out my hand, and she takes it expectantly. As we walk out the classroom, a chill goes up my arm as I say, "I think you made her kinda mad."
"Yeah," she said, looking me in my eyes, " but it was worth it."

All she ever wanted was Willow, even if it killed her.

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love for willow

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