Neutral Tones Poem Analysis

In her pursuit of saving enough money to return home, Hannah found herself playing the role of the "first-love" character in a beloved novel. Originally, this character was a typical stand-in supporting actress, taking on various substitutes for the female lead as dictated by the male protagonists, such as donating kidneys or sparing road for the female lead, which she all agreed. Eventually, the original character succumbed to the pressure, turning dark and meeting a tragic demise with a disfigured face on the streets after being killed by the male protagonists. Hannah's task was to follow this grim plotline and achieve the tragic story's intended outcome. However, in the eyes of George River, she was merely a substitute he had enlisted—an entity dependent on him. When his true love returned, he callously abandoned the woman who deeply loved him. Later, he regretted his decision, only to discover that the once-begging woman was now surrounded by various exceptional men. The individuals who had previously used her as a shield—the movie king, the ambitious young actor who climbed over her for his ideal goddess, and the president who regretted his actions upon regaining his memory—all found themselves humbly pleading for her affection: "Hannah, the one I love is you." Confused by the sudden turn of events, Hannah observed her bank account steadily growing and stumbled upon a newfound skill for crafting tragic stories. As the main antagonist who successfully survived until the end of the story, Arnold Simmons was ruthless, dark, and violent. In his eyes, Hannah appeared to be the most naive woman he had ever encountered, her thoughts consumed solely by love. Witnessing her continuous deception by those around her, Arnold eventually reached a breaking point and seized her, declaring, "Stay by my side; let me handle your tasks." [A seemingly fragile flower with an inner strength, Daughter of the Sea, crosses paths with an obsessed, dark, and sinister antagonist who contemplates disrupting the pond of bred fish every day.]

poetry and random stuff I made up, not only as a coping mechanism. but also as a way to let my mind not explode. (figuratively)

It's my second poetry to my BFF. The first poem was written on October 28th, in 2023.

Whisper of the souls is a poignant collection of poems that delves deep into the complexities of human emotion and the quiet moments that shape our lives. Through vivid imagery and lyrical verse, Bella17 explores themes of love, longing, loss, and personal transformation. The poems reflect a journey of self-discovery, where the heart’s vulnerabilities are laid bare, and the beauty in both sorrow and joy is celebrated. Each poem invites readers to pause, reflect, and connect with their own inner landscapes, offering solace and understanding in a world that often feels overwhelming. With a delicate balance of tenderness and strength, Whisper of the souls reveals the quiet power of words to heal and inspire.

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!Ahmet's laughter was like a slap in the face. "You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?" he sneered. "I don't think so, Asli. You'll do what I say, or suffer the consequences. Do you want more time to outsmart me? No.” She could play his game. She certainly could do that before she finally killed him. A mischievous grin formed on her lips. "What would you gain from sleeping with me?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral. "You're not exactly known for your romantic conquests. And we're rivals, not to mention the fact that our families would kill us if they found out." She paused, her eyes narrowing. "So, what's the real motive here? What could you possibly gain from this?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Asli wondered if she had caught him off guard. But then, Ahmet's smooth voice came back, dripping with confidence. "I’m glad to know you are well-informed about my romantic conquests. Let's just say, Asli, that I have my reasons. And as for what I'd gain… well, that's for me to know and you to find out." His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to tread carefully. She wasn’t going to win this against him. “Show me what proof you have and I will give in to your demands.” With that, she hung up the call, feeling a small sense of satisfaction at being the one to end the conversation this time. She was the only woman in the male-dominated Mafia world. Did he think he could subdue her so easily?

This a poem, that is all I can say without ruining it.

In 2179, Earth lies fractured, dominated by four rival factions: the capitalist Consortium, the devout Covenant, the feudal Dominion, and the idealistic Collective. Amid the chaos, the neutral zones offer lawless refuge and perilous opportunity. Kael Drayen, a scavenger from the neutral zone, discovers something he shouldn't have. Pursued by factions and torn between their promises of salvation, Kael forms a fragile alliance with a doubting priestess, a haunted knight, and a conflicted operative. As secrets unravel, Kael faces impossible choices: wield the Aegis to unite the world, destroy it to prevent tyranny, or forge a new path in a fractured age. A gripping tale of survival, power, and the cost of hope, "The Fractured Age" explores the fate of a broken world—and whether it can be saved.

The poems correlate to personal and world problems that almost everyone can connect with; some poems are humorous and are metaphors toward inanimate objects. A few poems are dark and twisted while others are pure imagery, relating to and bringing light toward objects and ideas. The collection, “Fetch,” intertwines horror and thriller to explain everyday problems and human action while sprinkling fantasy elements on top. (Trigger Warning for poems 1 and 4: Don't read if you've been/ are suicidal and struggle with/ had struggled with an eating disorder.) Written: 2018-2019 Tags: #Humannature, #Goth, and #Romanticism.

I hope you are well and if not, I hope these poems I wrote makes you well.

Collection of poems and morning brain dump notes

Aside from normal Humans, there are different types of supernaturals in the world, the Broken, Unbroken, and the Neutral. Broken are people who understand pain and suffering, and either bloomed with it or succumbed with it, from their understanding of pain and suffering came the supernatural powers, they are broken enough to unleash powers beyond them, and with powers comes responsibility.The Unbroken are normal humans that has supernatural powers that came from joy and contentment. And then the Neutrals, people who have powers that came from somewhere we all don't know.

A hunter must hunt. In a world torn with war they remain neutral. In a world where demi-humans are seen as the filth of the world, they remain neutral. In a world where those who dabble in magic is seen as unnatural, they remain neutral. For all they must needs do is hunt.

Dead, Death What comes at the end, When the time left me then? To be in this world is to survive but how could you survive while having such confused mind? This story is based on a poem but the characters are not.. Little by little you will understand that to be weak is dead and to be strong....

From ancient times to the present, it is said that there is a spiritual realm in the world. Regarding the saying of the spiritual realm, celebrities and scholars of all dynasties have different opinions. It is recorded in the poem: "From Qi to Tang, this mountain is desolate and desolate, the spiritual realm is lonely, and few people visit it." "The spiritual realm is indescribable, and it is difficult to find ghost work."

Short poems used on my everyday, every moment, every second. I discovered that writing helps ease on my anxiety. I'm still writing novels, but when in need of a quickie, a poem says it all. Here's my brain dump version of them. Sit and enjoy!

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I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

In "A Map of Scars", this powerful and evocative collection of poems, the speaker embarks on a journey of self-discovery and healing. Through raw and unflinching language, the poems explore the darker corners of the human experience, laying bare the scars of grief, loss, and pain. From the haunting echoes of sorrow to the tentative whispers of hope, these poems chart a course through the turbulent waters of the soul. With unflinching honesty and vulnerability, the speaker confronts the shadows of their own psyche, and in doing so, creates a map of scars that becomes a testament to the human capacity for resilience and transformation. Through the poems in this collection, the speaker invites the reader to join them on this journey of self-discovery, to bear witness to the pain and the beauty, and to find solace in the knowledge that they are not alone in their struggles. "A Map of Scars" is a powerful and moving collection of poems that will resonate with anyone who has ever known pain, loss, or sorrow. It is a testament to the human spirit's ability to heal, to transform, and to find hope in the darkest of places.

My first poem collection book

Tongue twister Her favorite Figuring out It just to cover her lie Don't trust her words But Look into her eyes The eyes don't lie

The more you think, the more you learn

Sun gonna show out, But sun does not know that darkness is hiding, When sun try hard to climb up, The darkness kick sun far away, That no one will see the sun again.

Slip Of Mind is the poem or a collection of random thoughts concerning a person's inner sentiments.

Do you think everyone does not have a secret ? It's a big lie ! Everyone has it , It just depends which person she or he wants to tell about the secret. Now , let me tell my "secret" thoughts

When the sea Give you the slap With its wave It will keep you Drowning Uncontrollably

Even in your light or bright side, Always be with you, With the universe as our witness.