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One Night
By: Angelina Santoro
Tags: Pain, Love, Love Letters, Poetry, Heartbreak

One night,

I held you in my arms.

It was the best night of my life.

But, it was short lived

and in the morning,

when you left,

the world never again felt right.

And some days, you’ll come back to me.

In a dream,

or even just a memory.

For a second,

It will feel like you never left.

But then, the hope fades to grey

and reality comes to play.

And I realize, you never even wanted me that way.

I was just a warm body

to cure your touch deprived soul.

The sad part is,

If you were to knock on my door

and ask for me to hold you,

I would comply.

Without a second of doubt.

Even if it was just

One night.
Priorities
By: Dr. Fatima Imam
Tags: Blue Insights, Pain, Life, Poetry On Medium, Self Improvement

Pain is suppressed through anger.

Healing can never begin if the anger never subsides.

Peel away the layers of unnecessary angst to find the root cause of pain.

Helm the responsibility of owing the pain; anger will take care of itself.

Loneliness of living in pain will give way to self-appreciation.

Universe does not thrive on negative energy-help by letting go of anger.

Heavy heart and clenched teeth lead to strange ailments and untimely death.

Decision to live happily should never be contingent upon outside factors.

© Fatima Imam
I’m bored. Let the mayhem begin.
By: Terry L. Cooper
Tags: Sleep, Pain, Pain Relief, Lyrica, Better

I’ve spent the better part of two days and nights in bed knocked out. Thanks to Lyrica that is. That’s why I hate to take the stuff. But sometimes the pain just gets to be too much and when everything else I try doesn’t help…what’s a girl to do? So now I’ve had some much-needed rest and the pain is at a manageable level, tuck and roll people! Tuck and roll!
love through illness
By: Joyce Anne Deleon
Tags: Mental Illness, Drama, Pain, Love, Romance

Fuck, I’m awake. I was hoping to pass away from some unknown and untreated disease I have yet to be diagnosed with. Let’s hope for another day.

It was hard getting up, like my body had been weighed down by all the mistakes of my past — oh wait, it was. Some days, one half of me wants to scream my lungs out and the other just has no motivation. It’s hard bringing yourself to make simple accomplishments when your brain thinks it’s for nothing. But then I saw him. Him.

Him. Him. Him. The word just repeats in my head, as the thought of Him consumes me.

I was hoping he’d notice me — notice that I wore the dress he likes, the necklace he gave, the shoes he picked up when we were hanging out. All those memories and small moments were lost, I see that now. How could I be so naive? Had it been him all along?

These thoughts swirled furiously through my mind and it was only 7:27 am.
Best Friend or Boyfriend?
Tags: Relationships, Pain, Boyfriend, Complicated, Best Friend

If I am being honest I do not know where I should start. But I think that i will tell you the first time that I noticed, that my Best Friend was in love with me. Sometimes I noticed small zhings. He touched my by chance. He told me a lot about himself and was interested in my opinion. But I told myself, that we are just friends, that we have a great relationship, that the group of us three (+ one friend of us) was perfect, the thing in my life I have always missed. Was I wrong? I can not tell. After some time that went by, he told me that he liked me. I could not believe it and to be honest… I was shocked!!! Maybe it is important to mention, that at this point, I dated this one guy since 9Months. He was literally my everything and everyday when he texted me good morning and good night… he made my day a little bit better. After some time I decided, that it was not possible to keep this relationship going (not only because of my Best Friend but thats another story). I broke up and now i am feeling empty. What I have to do and what will happen next? I can not answer this questions, but I thought that writing my thoughts down and telling people my story (people I do not know and who do not know me) seemed to be a pretty good idea. So if you want to follow me on this really difficult journey and support me so i dont have to be alone… You are always welcome here!
a band did meant is shoes
By: Izzy Brinster
Tags: Sad, Pain, Poetry

Everywhere I look

Vibrant visions of my past flash forward

Every pernicious memory of you floods my being

You left

Once upon a time is pretentious

Not every story has a splendid ending

Especially now

Love is given but never reciprocated

Epic promises

Are broken

Victor of a cracked reality

Every perseverance through the smog is accompanied by pain

Sorrow and suffering

My soul will never be the same

Everyone just leaves
“Are You Writing?”
By: Terry Trueman
Tags: Sheehan, Pain, Short Form, Epics, Poetry

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My Nightmare
By: Melissa Mia
Tags: Poem, Emotions, Pain, Depression, Poetry

Photo by Natalia Y on Unsplash

As the meaningless days passed by,

Many laughed;

I cried.

The agony, the frustration, desolation and hate;

I no longer existed.

I walked the earth-defunct.

I became numb.

My world turned dismal and dark — a black hole,

As I descended so rapidly

Into the devils waiting arms.

Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Night after night

teardrops trailed one another

down two rosy hills,

Until soaking into the floor.

My counterfeit smile

No longer strolls the sidewalks.

My old self is dead to the world.

My old self is just a memory.

A memory made into a dream.

A dream made into a nightmare.

A nightmare made into my life.

It only took one thing.

One more bad omen - bad fortune of my life,

To forever change my world and everything I knew.

To forever make light seem so dark, and a full crowd

Just a sea of empty faces;

A sea of loneliness.

The stares, the questions,

As if no one cares.

The world is pain,

The pain is misery,

My life is the devil’s toy.

Photo by Alessio Zaccaria on Unsplash

And yet I am still alive to tell my story;

express my feelings.

And yet I continue to fake for the world;

I continue to try.

And yet nobody will ever understand

What immense strength it takes

To just be me.

And yet

nobody would care…
LONE SPECTRE
By: Shruti Shreyasi
Tags: Poem, Pain, Reality, Life, Deep Thoughts

image credits : Pinterest

Enthralled by the joy of his spirit

He treaded the path he chose

Thought it was his destiny

Did not know who he was
Two years ago.
Tags: Love, Pain, Healing, Hope

Two years ago.

I woke up next to my fears

in which I couldn’t let go.

I broke it down to my peers but

still couldn’t find it a place

out of my space.

It found a home

while I found a leaking dome.

It found some peace

while I couldn’t find my other piece.

But I gave my two ears a go,

And listened to every beat of heart

as I turned it to a bit of art.

I broke and wrote as I rot,

And finally the stink found a sink

and sunk.

And there I was blending my found pieces to an elixir as I drunk.

And in every sip come something fullfiling

and toss to my craved healing.

(IG: taxcollection.)
Individual He Once Was
By: Roysi Bello
Tags: Romance, Pain, Sadness, Poetry

A moment of transient experience drops,

Tales prancing underneath shallow runes,

Surrendering to inquiries of —

All while miniature figurines of felicities manifest

Themselves into subconscious preys,

Skillful are the ruminations by the blasphemous organ,

In the lead of the orchestra which his soul discomposes,

The instance arose as dawn breaking into two —

Submerging in a sulfuric aroma the body lays,

…
da dor que vai a coisa que sai
By: Luiz Carlos González
Tags: Pain, Life, Writing, Poetry, Heartbreak

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Breathe
By: Alice Floris
Tags: Pain, Paper Poetry, Depression, Poetry, Emotional Healing

Thank you for reading my poem! This is about how talking about your problems with a confidant can relieve pain. Feeling understood works like fresh air, filling your lungs with hope. But also, the other way around, having no one to talk to can be suffocating.

We always have conversations to provide a ready-made answer, but sometimes we just have to listen and soothe someone else’s heavy heart. Giving them fresh air again.

If this piece has inspired you, please take a look at my earlier work:
Pain
By: Vinitha Dileep
Tags: Pain, Life, Poetry On Medium, Poetry, Micropoetry

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Schwanomma
By: Andy Richardson
Tags: Schwannoma, Pain, Chronic Illness, Faith, Tumor

(The name of a tumor in my spine just below the brain)

Schwanomma

I know you’re still there, lurking, for I feel you twirled around my spine, never going away.

Familiar, but undefinable, numbness and difficulties, tingling reminders of your malevolence.

I don’t breathe as well, my arms don’t lift, my bones ache. All your fault? Mostly.

The nights are worst.

The days are few that I don’t think of you, when fear retreats and life seems normal.

Those are the days I get lost in God’s word studying, to teach and share, my joy, my Lord, my happiness.

But I know you’re still there. Waiting.
Pain is beautiful my dear Pain is beautiful Yes you heard me right
Tags: Love, Pain, Life, Beautiful

Pain is beautiful

When you accept it

Pain is beautiful

Cause you learned something

Pain is beautiful

Cause it teached you something

Pain is beautiful

Cause without it you can't learn anything

Pain is beautiful

Cause it always teaches you something

Pain is beautiful

When you are in your mother's womb

For 9 months she didn't felt like it a burden

She didn't feel like it's a pain she felt a beautiful

Feeling cause she know she going to give a birth

To beautiful person like you

Your father didn't felt it like a burden

When he has to work for you all day and night

Cause he knows it's a beautiful feeling to have a family

Your teacher knows it will be pain

if he beats you

But if you can't experience the pain

You can't learn it

If you can't face it

You can't over come it

If you can't know it

You will never know what you are capable of

You will never know what you can do

You will never know yourself

Pain Is beautiful

Cause it always teaches you something

Shows your true self

Shows you aren't always right

You aren't always been wrong

But you just didn't want to believe it

Pain is beautiful

Not because I say

Not because I scribbled

Not because I thought

It's beautiful cause it's been there

For the whole time

It bulits you

It makes differences in life

Cause it never leaves anything

It teaches you everything

Pain is beautiful

Cause it will be there until end

It never leaves and teaches

You something always

Without pain you aren't born

You born with pain

You will die with pain

Pain is beautifull

It's been always there for you

Teaching everything you want to know
/Reverse/
By: Kevin Stamps
Tags: Poem, Pain, Parenting, Fatherhood, Poetry

Protection.

the pledge

of the father.

Bulwark.

to shield the arrows and

painful projectiles.

Healer.

not Inflictor

not to smelt and deform

the shield of fatherhood into

a blade wielded against child.

Disruption.

this

is the pledge of the child.

an injurious burden of the martyred.

a cycle broken.

Bulwark.

to shield the posterity

from arrows

and painful projectiles.

Healer.

Not Inflictor.

to recast and reconstitute

the blade of pain

into the shield of fatherhood.
In the Puddle
By: Afiyah The Poet
Tags: Pain, Life, Sorrow, 365 Days Of Poetry, Poetry

Dreams vanish

and I find myself

in the throe of

scary nightmares

Where did they go?

the sweet love songs

replaced by

the tragic dissonance

High notes come down

and the base strikes me

I’m on the floor

in the puddle of my sorrow

Grief appears

like an old friend

taking my hand

to the sea of weeping

Drowning in

the waves of my tears

I’m taken over

by the force beyond me

Will I come back

to the place of flowering

where nectars flow

and dreams continue?

Will I share in

the joy everlasting

beyond the veneer

and into something true?

(365 Days of Poetry — Day 334)
Loves doom everyday
By: Taguro
Tags: Lifestyle, Pain, God, Intrapersonal, Advice

Loves doom everyday

Hello everybody I’m Amber and this is my first time to write an article about me. So this blog would be quite personal. And to my future reader, I’m sorry if my starting point is really dramatic.

Is it a normal thing to experience fragile, Vulnerability, and Pains whenever you go back on the past. My past were joy and sad, why? I came on this place to sing on our church gave my whole best, and at the end of the day they’ll betrayed you.

Why so many people have so much Inequality in the world? And why people are not favored in one another? I speak, because I’m quiet person, and for me this is the way that I could say anything through writing. It is up to you if you like to read it, but for me it is the way to show my pain and anger in my heart.

Why there was a point in our life that we have to let go things although it’s important to you, just like singing. Singing was really my passion but since I have to left places where I sang. I also disuse my talent.

However life is big you can’t hold on those things that trapped you in past.

Past is the home you can live in, and suffer once again.

I mean everybody does the same feel but we’re different. Hmm. Am I sense? Why people suffer? Why people are always feel the pain instead of fluttered heart. ♥️💔

Our hearts when we were grateful is like this ❤️, but when we were broke its like this. 💔

Why there’s somehow in your life, “You forgive people”, but when you see them trauma backs again. Maybe, forgiving is as the same as our future. Working progress.

You know we have the different dimensions in life, however, all I can say “Love yourself”, asses how you are, people tried to predict who you are but at the end of day you still know yourself because they can’t hold on your life.

PS. You can raise your suggestions and advices to me. And also you could ask me an advices through asking questions and I’ll write an article. Just send me your questions through comments or maybe here on my Gmail lheamarizasuncion@gmail.com, no pranks are needed. I wanna help people through my wisdom, knowledge, and books that I’ve ever read. 💓

Goodnight

Amber 💓💓💓💖💖💖💖
Its getting harder an harder to formulate a smile.
Tags: Beyourself, Pain, Mental Health, Self Love

Its getting harder an harder to formulate a smile. To not allow the world to consume me, abuse me and use me.

Getting sadder by the hour and more depressed by the day.

Just "suck it up" is what they all say. No knowledge of the pain, no ideas of the struggle.

I’m not myself at all these days.

Do I hide an dwell or stand tall and prevail.

Every day is a new struggle, a new obstacle to try to overcome, a new feeling to try and process.

Every day is the same pain, same struggle; when is it my time to feel normal again?

Its getting harder an harder to find my smile underneath all my own self shame.
I Thought I Knew Tragedy
By: Naomi Raquel
Tags: Pain, Loss, Grief, Covid 19, Tragedy

I Thought I Knew Tragedy

I thought I knew tragedy.

My father died only two months after being diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer.

I lost him two days before my son’s 1st birthday.

My mother lost her best friend after 44 years of marriage.

All of those who knew and loved my father lost him cruelly.

I thought all of it was tragic.

But, in the COVID-19 world we now inhabit, the circumstances of my father’s death were far from the tragedy we all see unfolding before us.

My father’s demise took place with his family by his side.

My father was able to share the last year of his life with his first grandchild.

My mother was able to care for the love of her life, and as she tended to him, begin the process of saying goodbye.

Our family and friends were also able to let my father know how much he meant to them.

My father did not die alone, gasping for breath.

My family and I were not separated from my father in his last moments.

Soon after his death, nurses let me spend a few last precious moments with his physical form. I cried inconsolably, but I was with my father.

I know pain.

I know loss.

I know grief.

But I do not know tragedy.

Tragedy is succumbing to a disease that isolates you from the world and those who define the significance of your life.

Tragedy is dying alone, each breath more painful than the last.

Tragedy is not being able to say goodbye.

I thought I knew tragedy.

But, mercifully, I do not.
Poem: I’m Not Going To Get Through This
By: Writerpoet Jamie
Tags: Grief And Loss, Baby, Lost, Pain

Poem: I’m Not Going To Get Through This

Date: December 14, 2020 I’m not getting through this

Struggling to breathe

Struggling to catch my breath

Struggling to see in front of me

A death grip on my heart

I don’t understand this immense loss

I don’t understand why you’re not here with me

I would’ve saved you

I would’ve done anything to have you here with me,

Traded places with you

I don’t understand why I’m fighting a losing battle

I don’t understand how my heart continues to beat

When you’re not here with me

A never ending suffering

I want it to end permanently

You’re not here

You should be

I don’t understand why

I’m left behind to suffer and grieve endlessly

I want you back whether that’s possible or not

I don’t want you gone forever

Please come back to me

I want you back in my arms

Maybe then my heart will heal

Maybe then I’ll hurt less

I’m not going to get through this

I miss you so much

My Little One

© Jamie Martin 2020
More Muse News
By: Patrick M. Ohana
Tags: Pain, Illumination, Heart, News, Muse

More Muse News

Free pic from Pickpik

She likes Pan

Beauty and heart and fresh rain

I prefer pain

I don’t

But that’s what she sees in my words

She can’t see my eyes

That’s life with a muse

I never get everything I need

She only gives me words

I only like white when there’s blue around

Like clouds in the sky

She likes red

Like the blood going through my lonely heart

She talks about love in the sky

I want love on the ground

Where it’s dirty and full of life

Where I can hold her body hostage

For a reasonable while

Enough to kiss every part

Whether visible or hidden

under her garb

These were the recent news

But I was told about

Breaking news

By the morrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

That’s a promising word

But then tomorrow

is today

I can’t wait

Medium will keep you posted

Patrick M. Ohana
Your Perfect Path
By: Amos Bracewell
Tags: Pain, Life, Mindset, Growth, Joy

You know it in your gut when it’s right.

The shoes that sing. The dress that dainties. The bed that caves you, on coldened days.

The perfect song for the perfect pain.

Exquisite reminders, that there is intentionality architectured throughout our mazed meandering.

It is as if someone dropped clues, showing us the way, providing pathed pointers.

When we follow the godsends, we find home — eventually.

The secret is in learning to wait for the whispers — surrendering to the signage.

What tugs at your heart?

What plunges past all wall and wielded shield, disarming you — void of defense?

What speaks in syllabled sonet, perfectly phrased upon lipped and lit landscapes, you want to lie in forever?

Whatever calls to you, knows you — better than you know the voice.

For we were created with clues capitalled within.

Markers made to rule — chambered chief of states.

When we want to come home, we always know what to do.

Beacons are inborn.

And just like beacons, our perfect paths have known us long before we first lie helpless — in our mother’s miracle-marvelling arms.
Is death an end of a relationship
By: Ayesha Tariq
Tags: Relationships, Pain, Eternal Love, Death And Dying, Love

What is death?

Many perceptions, apprehensions, and viewpoints. Some call it relief from stressing life or anything that’s causing difficulty in living. Although there’s always some way to sort things in the right manner. And some find it dread. And there are categorically the ones who dgaf, if I may say.

In actuality, Death is the permanent disappearance of a soul and a body. There is no way to see them again and no hope to meet them again.

“Death is the easy part, the hard part is living and knowing you could be so much more than you’re willing to be.”

― Robert m drake

Losing loved ones…

And there falls another question in b/w the huge debate of enduring n death, how it meets losing loved ones. Everyone knows it sucks, but the one who literally knows is the one who’s suffering that shit. When you lost a loved one, it seems like your entire universe is gone. There’s no one to give you company in your happiest and yet sad times. You have to go through everything all alone. You can’t even win enough of your happy hours because there’s constantly something missing. When someone is alive but away from you, or you guys have some misunderstanding, there’s a hope that one day it will resolve at some point. But once someone is dead, there’s no hope to meet them, to hug them, to kiss them. There’s an eternal sorrow that will be left blank no matter what good comes after.

“Whoever said that loss gets easier with time was a liar. Here’s what really happens: The spaces between the times you miss them grow longer. Then, when you do remember to miss them again, it’s still with a stabbing pain to the heart. And you have guilt. Guilt because it’s been too long since you missed them last.”

― Kristin O’Donnell Tubb, The 13th Sign

Is death the end of a relationship?

So, moving back to the dominant point does death really end a relationship.

I’d say no, a serious no, indeed. Death ends an enduring link, everyday conversations, but relationships are meant to be prestigious, full of love, understanding, liability, trust, acceptances, gratifying and so much more.

The person can die, but the tenderness and sincerity he has left in his loved one’s heart are forever there. They’re going to miss him on every occasion. They can’t find the duplicate.

“Death ends a life, not a relationship. All the love you created is still there. All the memories are still there. You live on- in the hearts of everyone you have touched and nurtured while you were here.”

― Morrie Schwartz
The Harbor
By: A.J Thomas
Tags: Pain, Life Lessons, Lovestory, Heartbreak, Personal Growth

The Harbor

Everything is just a one great big blur,

It hardly seems real anymore,

There is a fine line in between,

Reality and a foggy nightmare,

The unfamiliar gray area,

Phase out the regular ol' black and white,

Here or there,

Hardly seems to be anywhere,

The present doesn’t seem to exist ,

It is drifting into a distant memory,

I have forgotten how to smile,

My eyes have cried far too many tears,

My heart can’t remember exactly what it is like,

To just be happy, light or carefree,

Because it has felt far too much grief,

I cannot look to a brighter tomorrow,

My eyes are blinded by yesterday,

I cannot manage to swallow my pride,

I cannot stomach my mistakes,

My feet wont move forward, they are stuck in quicksand,

Contempt, and bitterness have tagteamed,

With thier old partner resentment,

Have beaten them to the punch,

And slung me to the ground, falling ten steps backward,

Allowing hatred to blacken my heart,

Causing it to grow cold and frigid,

Leaving no room for love to blossom,

Smothering out our only chance at reconciliation,

Wilting away our will for either of us to change,

Much less draw closer together,

When hostility and anger have driven a wedge,

Deep within our friendship driving us only farther apart,

How can you possibly know what you want,

When you can no longer tell who you are,

We used to be fused together inseparably,

Two bodies but only one soul,

We did everything together,

Without your other half along,

I can never be whole,

Two brains we were,

But only one mind we had,

We promised each other forever,

Only to learn forever is just a lie,

People tell each other,

Until time reveals the ugly truth,

Not everyone is meant to be together,

Some forevers are destined to turn into goodbyes,

You and I both know how our fate is going to end,

We are aware doom is knockin’,

At our marriage’s rickety door,

Our once solid foundation made of steel,

Once unshakeable and strong,

Has rusted, busted and is full of holes,

Eroded by the weathering of such hateful, hurtful words,

Lack of trust and intimacy have withered it away,

Each fight has left it’s own special mark,

That has scarred our hearts for all eternity,

They say time heals all wounds,

Love can build a bridge,

Between two distant hearts,

Maybe, just maybe, all the tears I’ve shed,

Will form an ocean under that bridge,

To bring our broken hearts together once again.
Crying in the Back
Tags: Disability, Pain, Chronic Pain, Pain Management, Joint Pain

Chronic physical pains sometimes have intense flare-ups that can leave one bedbound

I have chronic pain. I have had chronic pain since I was at least in my teen years. The primary cause of my pain is hypermobility syndrome. In simple English, it means I am so flexible that it causes my joints to be in pain and constantly swollen on some level. The areas on my body that cause the most pain (in no particular order) are my lower back and hips. The most unstable joints in my body (in no particular order) are my knees, ankles, and elbows.

I am regularly seeing a pain management doctor. We have figured out a medicine regime that has worked relatively well. I take the pain meds as needed but sometimes, even with the pain meds, I am left on the floor in the fetal position because of how much pain I am in. Even with my strongest pain medicine.

My back pain flares up particularly bad when I’m stressed out. My parents (I’m adopted, I have no idea of my family medical history, my adoptive parents have never had any kind of chronic pain) never really quite understood the degree of pain I was in until I was in college. I remember being in my college apartment and suddenly had a very painful flare-up. I took medicine (at that time I only had access to over the counter medicines) and I ended up laying on the floor on my back and calling my mother. My roommate was not home (thank God). My mom asked why I called so late at night (it was at a time in the night when she was normally asleep). I told my Mom that I was sorry but I was just in so much pain and I needed someone to talk to. Anytime I called her after that, she seemed to understand the pain I was experiencing on a daily basis.

My back pain was not diagnosed until I was in my twenties because I was considered “too young” to have an “old person disease” like degenerative disc disease. During my first flare-up of pain, I practically crawled to the nurse’s office I was in so much pain. The nurse ordered me two days of rest and the doctor thought I was just stressed out from school. No doctor could give me a straight answer until I was in my twenties for the source of my pain.

At first, my romantic partner didn’t quite understand the level of pain I was in. He had family who had physical pains from war but when he saw on my worst days I was practically bedbound in pain, he realized how bad it was.

One thing that has honestly comforted me is learning about the biology of chronic pain. Studies say that our bodies are incredibly adaptive. We learn to live with the pain. If our pain was magically given to a random person on the street who has never been through chronic pain, they would likely be completely crippled. I know on my bad days that this kind of pain in this scenario would likely cause someone to blackout from the pain. It’s given me a sense of strength knowing that I have kept trekking along with this type of chronic pain.
Archived Thought #1
By: Bernadette Molleda
Tags: Book Review, Children, Writer, Quotes, Novel

Archived Thought #1

Sure enough, there are lots of quotes to live by in this book ‘The Little Prince’, which you might have read already as well, that’s beautifully crafted by French aviator and writer, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, but this one —this will forever be the most impactful quote for me. Simply because it reminds us that even if we’re going through the phase called ‘growing up’ or ‘adulthood’, we should never bury the ‘inner child’ in us.

No matter how far you are already in adulthood now, never say goodbye to your childhood. We are all once children, and may we let ourselves yearn for it from time to time. Let ourselves feel nostalgic. All those good times. Ah, those good times.

You started out as a child — so curious of the world, so excited in doing little things and blissful in whatever you have in life, no matter how trivial. That kid in you shall never be gone. It’s what keeping us awake in our heavy paces through adulting. It’s what keeping the dreamer in us breathing, and it’s what keeping our creativity burning.
Spoor of an Indian Horse — An unputdownable tale that renders a visceral experience!
By: Math Dav
Tags: Soman Gouda, Spoor Of An Indian Horse, Literary Fiction, Globalization, Novel

Spoor of an Indian Horse is the unforgettable story of Laxman, a lonely corporate professional, at a crucial juncture in his life, seeks to refuge in writing about his fairytale-like childhood full of serendipitous encounters, in the hope of finding the purpose of his existence. A boy in a southern Indian village with a buffalo to be taken care along with his school, leaves home at a dawn, after a series of debacles and dejections that come his way. Then follows his stint at the summit of a hill nearby the village, at White Horse Dargah — with a dying Sufi saint and an enchanting stallion. He remains obscured, behind the curtains in sanctum and helps the needy pilgrims with his prodigious talent in number patterns. After few days, eyes of a gang of gamblers fall on the wonder boy. What happens after that?

Laxman in his present life struggles — to cope up with his alienated life, and to escape the strained liaison with his neighbour woman. The process of tracing his own footprints I.e self-reflection ignites his soul to transform his present life as well. He finds the lost thread of the purpose of his life and evolves into a complete man, by churning through his memories.

The story that begins as an individual’s ends as that of a satisfying Indian narrative. It is a skilfully interwoven tale with the multifarious themes such as repercussions of globalization both at individual and societal levels, economic imbalance, cultural conflicts, illiteracy, migratory chaos, communal amalgamation, corporate alienation and so on. Spoor… is also an awe-inspiring story of success and idealism of an unlikely boy from a remote village of southern India.

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During a routine survey mission on an uncolonized planet, Kira finds an alien relic. At first she’s delighted, but elation turns to terror when the ancient dust around her begins to move.



As war erupts among the stars, Kira is launched into a galaxy-spanning odyssey of discovery and transformation. First contact isn’t at all what she imagined, and events push her to the very limits of what it means to be human.



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Item Weight : 2.1 pounds

Hardcover : 880 pages

ISBN-13 : 978–1250762849

ISBN-10 : 1250762847

Product Dimensions : 6.42 x 1.74 x 9.56 inches

Publisher : Tor Books; Illustrated Edition (September 15, 2020)

Language: : English

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During a routine survey mission on an uncolonized planet, Kira finds an alien relic. At first she’s delighted, but elation turns to terror when the ancient dust around her begins to move.



As war erupts among the stars, Kira is launched into a galaxy-spanning odyssey of discovery and transformation. First contact isn’t at all what she imagined, and events push her to the very limits of what it means to be human.



Product details

Item Weight : 2.1 pounds

Hardcover : 880 pages

ISBN-13 : 978–1250762849

ISBN-10 : 1250762847

Product Dimensions : 6.42 x 1.74 x 9.56 inches

Publisher : Tor Books; Illustrated Edition (September 15, 2020)

Language: : English

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By: Marina Martins
Tags: Mulheres Que Escrevem, 2020, Crônicas, Contos, Novel

We’ve met eachother at very strange times of ourlives. We’re watching — sometimes holding hands, sometimes not — the world colapsing, we’re watching it through our screens and windows and Macs, ios, Androids, iPhones, Alexas, Amazons, Netflix, Instagrams, windows, screens. And as my computer screen says, because I say, because that Netflix serie says (them fucking screens!), and as we say, because they said,

we share vibes.

We share the fucking vibes, many of them, not all of them, but many of them, inclusive dizem por aí que quando fazemos sexo com alguém, a energia fica 7 anos ali dentro; eu prefiro ignorar isso – teria a energia de todo mundo com quem fiz sexo na vida –, mas às vezes eu me lembro. But speacially world’s and words vibes. And we say some stuff in English, not because we love it, just because it is what it is, just because it’s original, and that’s why I’m writing and even thinking in English (putain, c’est chelou ça !). And maybe it’s because of the vibes. Maybe it’s because of them that I have this understanding thing. Entendo os tempos, as crises, os traumas, e posso até esquecer das dores passadas — ou deixá-las um pouquinho de lado — se for para acolher. Seria capaz de pegar um avião de Paris ao Rio para colocar no colo alguém no pior momento de sua vida, alguém que não se dignou nem em entrar num metrô para me encontrar num dos piores momentos da minha. Sim, eu quase fui capaz de deixar tudo meu temporariamente para trás e oferecer o meu abraço a quem eu já tinha trocado tanto amor. E isso diz muito sobre a minha caixa torácica.

Them vibes.

Everything’s so fucking strange, that’s why watching the colapses is kinda lighter when holding hands. I wanna hold hands, I wanna hold your hand, and at the same time I dream of revolution. And I dream of Revolution. Oh yes, it played inside my dream. Because if we talk about destruction, you know you can count me out… in.

Well, you know.

We all wanna change the world, afinal.

Marina N. Martins – não corrigi o meu inglês, mas o importante é que a mensagem seja passada. Talvez tenha um errinho gramatical ou outro.
Lovers, Players, Seducer Book III
By: J. A. Jackson Author
Tags: Fiction, Love, Social Media, Self Improvement, Novel

The Betrayal of Nicholas La Cour

Nicholas La Cour never expected to be betrayed.



Convicted of a crime he didn’t commit; it is only luck that proves his innocence.

Maëlle has always had a thing for bad boy Nicholas…

…and Nicholas has always had a thing for trouble.

After Nicholas left her at the altar, Maëlle wasn’t sure her heart would ever heal.

The wounds of the past run deep for both of them.

But despite their drama-filled past, their chemistry defies logic and burns hotter than ever.

As sparks fly and Maelle and Nicholas have the chance to reunite, will Nicholas sabotage their chance for happiness with his plans for revenge? Or will he finally focus on what truly matters?

Can they make love grow this time around?

Something both of them aren’t sure they can do…

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A Betrayed man, a bride left at the altar, and a plan for revenge. Dive into the complex world of Nicholas in Book III of J. A. Jackson’s Lovers, Players The Seducer series and discover if love can transform even the best-laid plans?
How Defense Mechanism works in Speak Novel
By: Dinan Fuzianti
Tags: Literary Criticism, Psychoanalysis, Defense Mechanism, Speak, Novel

According to Freud, psychoanalysis is study that assume that there are two levels of human’s mental elements, namely the conscious and unconscious. In his theory of psychoanalysis, Freud stated that every person has the id, the ego, and the superego. Freud indicates that a person’s ego deals with the reality, the id, and the superego. However, when it is too overwhelming, the ego has a technique to unconsciously block the reality, the id, and the superego. That technique can be defined as defense mechanism. Defense mechanism is the state when the ego unconsciously blocks the unwanted memories and turns it into more acceptable form.

Defense mechanism, according to Freud, is divided into several kind. There are compensation, denial, displacement, identification, introjection, projection, rationalization, reaction formation, regression, repression, undoing, and sublimation.

1. Denial, believing the problem doesn’t exist by blocking external event from awareness. Refuse to accept external reality because it can be too threatening.

2. Displacement, shifting the threatening emotion and “taking it out” on someone or something less threatening.

3. Isolation, stripping the emotion from a difficult memory or threatening impulse. Creates a mental gap as barrier between situation and condition that make it threatened.

4. Identification, used by a person when that person applied the qualification or attitude of another person whom they admire. The person will actually apply the attitude or qualification they wishes to achieve from another person they admire to themselves.

5. Introjection, applied by someone because they perhaps facing some difficulties and tried to solve it with this defense mechanism. Introjection is not only focuses on adopting positive traits but also negative traits from another person.

6. Projection, used by someone when they have an unacceptable desires. The person with this defense mechanism tends to project their unacceptable desires in themselves to other people.

7. Rationalization, is a way for someone to justify their behavior by making clear excuses to cover up the mistakes they have made.

8. Reaction Formation, when a person have the negative behavior and unacceptable in their surroundings, then trying to changes it into more acceptable.

9. Regression, when they experience an ego long-term or temporary reversion to the development’s earlier stage when they cannot handle an event or unacceptable impulse in adult manner. It can cause an unpleasure feeling to them. Therefore, they return to their childhood stage by acting as if they still were a child.

10. Repression, is process which is made evident to us through the resistance. Repression as the part of defense mechanism that resistance or forgetting about the events or incidents that have been experienced.

11. Ritual and undoing, to undo negative mind or negative behavior and covered with some rituals or habit.

12. Sublimation is the process that diverting the negative feelings into positive and acceptable activities.
Broken Options
By: Remembering James Wood
Tags: James Wood, Brand New Books, Broken Options, Books, Novel

This is a new book by Dr. James Wood that was released in 2020. Enjoy!

About “Broken Options” by Dr. James Wood

In this science fiction thriller young and brilliant computer engineer Sam Chatham finds himself caught in a murderous competition to control the next stage in the evolution of the human race. Electronic technocrats intend to meld humans into networks controlled by computers. Geneticists aim to manipulate DNA to create superhumans who would never submit to computer dominance. A third faction, intent on resisting both technologies, is actively working to destroy them both. An impending presidential election provides strong motivation to elect a president who will support creative, futuristic science. Sam, who is young and free to travel, has been sent by his boss, the manager of a huge computer company, to influence others in that industry. As Sam learns more about the activities of all three factions, however, he begins to fashion a compromise where all three will contribute to a better future. As his ideas circulate, violence escalates. The individuals who passionately control their own interests are unwilling to agree to compromise. Beautiful ultra-killer, Victoria, intervenes at times to save Sam’s life. He falls in love with her but is bothered that he does not know who has hired her. He won’t find out until the end. The story shows a future we are now entering, and as Sam says in the novel, maybe we should think about where we are going.

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Every Last Word by Tamara Ireland Stone -book review
Tags: Novel, Every Last Word, Ocd, Poetry

“If you could read my mind, you wouldn’t be smiling"

Every Last Word is a fiction that covers the life if a girl struggling with OCD. Samantha McAllister, who looks just like the rest of the popular girls in junior class, suffers from OCD and is always consumed by a stream of dark thoughts and worries that she can’t turn off.

Sam gets introduced into a secret room, which is called “Poet’s corner",where all the misfits who have been ignored by the school meet. Sam is drawn to them, and she finds comfort in expressing her feelings by poetry.

This book has given me so much insight about what could be going on in the mind of a person suffering from OCD, and that they can possibly be the popular girl who’s life seems perfect. This book is a perfect read if you want a good novel, if you like poetry, or even if you want to learn about OCD.

Every Last Word is a brilliant, unpredictable read. It covers so many topics such as: Self-confidence, self doubting, true friendship , therapy, overcoming obstacles, and so many more.

Rate: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐
Let’s talk about the book which show a different side of life, when you think that you have lived…
By: Nicky Sinha Francis
Tags: Book Review, Novels, Books And Authors, Reading, Books Recommendation

Let’s talk about the book which show a different side of life, when you think that you have lived your life and fullfilled all our responsibilities as a single parent. Lets talk about the book “Precious Gift” -By Danielle Steel. She is one of the bestselling fiction authors of all times. She has written 185 books, including over 141 novels. Her style of writing is farily consistent, her storyline usually revolves around the rich families facing crisis threatened by dark elements such as prison, fraud, blackmail and suicide. To know more please click on https://nicksbooks4uclub.com