Poetry Journals That Respond Quickly

The world ended. All my life, I've never been particularly good at anything. Not because I lacked the desire, but because I lacked the effort and talent. Even when I did try, I failed, because I never had the capacity to succeed in the first place. When the world ended and everything began to fall apart, I was happy. I thought I'd become a hero and awaken an ability like the protagonists I knew of! I barely survived. I ran, and I hid, and I stole to live. I had no amazing encounters, no powerful guild, and no allies or friends. All I got from my desperate attempt at living was extending my life a little bit. Then the world ended. And as I died, I couldn't help but think, "For someone like me, what would it take to achieve anything?" The answer would come in the form of a second life. Then a third. A fourth. A tenth. A hundredth. A thousandth.... I had to go through hell. Would you like to watch?

"I will endure this. I am not afraid anymore,” Born from the ashes of injustice, Hiroto Takahashi navigates the dystopian lands of his small world after his father's martyrdom as a hero. “The death was never an accident Hiroto…” A letter makes it’s way to his desk from beyond the barbed walls separating the capital’s nobles and the oppressed villagers, triggering a journey of finding the truth about the tyrant Queen and discovering his sense of self, during which he meets a passionate young woman who calls herself the “Kaykumin-Ol Raydayal”, Revolutionary leader of the Crystal rebellion. “If fighting for those who we love and cherish is a crime, then so be it.” She straightened her back, “I will never stop fighting for these people.”

Mummy Issues? Daddy issues? You're low-key contemplating your life by 3am? It doesn't matter here's a place of poetry get ready to be seen I'll be posting this on Royal road.com

The title pretty much says it all. This is the journal of Jane Brown. Each journal entry may be very short or very long. Entries may be close together or far apart. It depends on when and if Jane decides to or remembers to update her journal. If ever. Just like most of the non-diary or journal writer keepers out there - or uninspired authors. Yep. Warning: VERY SLOOOW updates. This is a story written on a whim. Let's see how long the inspiration will last for. This style of writing is somewhat experimental. Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION and is not based on any one person. Any portrayal of real people or real events (excluding some major world events) is entirely accidental and coincidental. It is in not in any way, shape of form meant to be a commentary on anyone or anything, even less on current issues in society. This is literally meant to be boring (hence the ordinary title) without being too boring. It is just about the average slow paced life and interests of an average person. (Not meant for and not interested in contracting.)

Growing up in South Gate, you know when to keep your head held low. You know who and what you're supposed to talk about. You know what is completely off the table. After finding her brother shot dead in the park Kaiyana has always felt a guilt knowing she was the last person in her family to see him alive, knowing that her last words to him were far from "I love you." These past three years without him have weighted heavy on her, she's the same age as her brother when he died. When she starts to notice her boyfriend getting involved with the same mess then ended up taking her brother's life, she can only hope that this time she can stop it before pride kills another person she loves.

Mga tulang isinulat ko na nagmula sa kaibuturan ng aking puso at malikot na imahinasyon.

Book of poetry for all people.

Just more old journal entries of mine, but this time things are a bit more...weighty? Complicated? These journals were written 12 years after those of Volume 1! Let us cringe a little more. Maybe a little less? Looking back now, I wasn't that naive...was I? *Names will be omitted and replaced with "XXXXX" in order to keep some semblance of privacy.*

"I thought the danger was in my mind... until the blood on the walls proved otherwise." Carla’s life is spiraling. Nightmares haunt her nights, and eerie messages stalk her days. The walls of her apartment whisper secrets, and every shadow seems to carry a threat. The police say the culprit is James—a man she painted as violent in the past—but why can’t she shake the feeling that something even darker is at play? As Carla pieces together fragments of her fractured memories, she’s forced to confront the unthinkable: what if the real danger isn’t someone breaking in but someone breaking out? With her friends Rose and Ella pulling her in different directions, and Detective Reilly uncovering truths that don’t add up, Carla’s world becomes a maze of lies, blood, and betrayal. The question isn’t just who’s after her? It’s why does she feel like she already knows the answer?

**Please Note that this story consists of highly detailed R-rated contents, This story is a world building for further future release and a Overpowered Mc in school/academy novel , story is stretchy in beginning and consists many side stories** Deva Ram Dharma, a soldier who died on the battlefield, awakens in a mysterious void where memories of his past—love, war, and sacrifice—haunt him. At the edge of the *Vaitarni River*, the path of reincarnation, he faces the choice to dissolve into the infinite or embrace a new existence. But rebirth comes with a twist. Deva awakens in a new life, not as a human, but as a being he can barely comprehend. Struggling to adapt and uncover his purpose, he embarks on a journey to redefine his identity and challenge the divine forces that shaped his fate. *That Journey of Mine* is a captivating tale of reincarnation, transformation, and the search for meaning in a world beyond humanity. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and draws upon mythical and fantastical elements for storytelling purposes.

One day, Grace suddenly transmigrated inside a novel. She couldn't even get everything clear on her head when she got hit by many big blows. To her dismay, she realized she had transmigrated into the role of the villainess, destined for a tragic demise at the hands of the main male lead. She wanted to change her fate. So, after transmigrating, she was determined to do only one thing : Completely avoid the male and female lead. However, soon Grace begins to uncover numerous secrets within the novel's plot. Amidst all of the drama, she meets a mysterious guy. But is he a friend or a foe? Can Grace unravel the mysteries hidden within the novel? Can she live a life that she always wanted? Can she escape from this novel? But at what stakes?

This is my thing, my irrational thoughts, my unstable emotions, written into a poem to be controlled, so don't worry, and get angry, cause these are my humble and not so intelligent morale values, so sit back and enjoy the work of this humble one.

I am Susan Davis, twenty five years old, a very affluent lady, business woman, and most especially, a bachelor lady. Everything in my life is going perfectly and I have everything I need. Working as the office assistant for one of the biggest shipping company in the world, my salary is in millions of dollars. Having fake friends around me, that all they care about is my money. I cared less but I still desired to have a real friendship. Having the perfect family, living such an independent life. All I do is to work, I am known for being such a workaholic. Like most people say, I keep getting richer. I had everything I wanted but I justed needed a coma in my life, I needed to be in a relationship. I was so busy studying and working, I had never experience what 'love' means. Everything was so perfect until that day, "you have been suspended for six months." I was meant to be sad but the joy overtook. It was definitely what I needed, some time to myself. Stepping into the elevator and one of my office friend enters. She shows me a hotel program, "JUST THAT BREAK." Was this going to be what I wanted? That one coma in my life.

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this is the journal entry of a young woman going through the motions and growing as a person.

The daughter of a noble, Aurelia, unexpectedly enrolls in the most prestigious Academy in the Empire of Fiore. With boredom following the young maiden, Aurelia decides to create a small club and keep a journal to record her upcoming adventures during her time in the Academy.

This is not a full on novel, rather an anthology of my poetry mostly about love over the years, Volume 1 is the better poetry and volume 2 is everything that’s not what I consider my quality poetry but still sharing it anyway. this explores mostly sad and angry themes featuring heartbreak so read at your own discretion

In a world where everything decays, where mirrors shatter and time slips by unnoticed, the narrator stands in quiet despair, watching it all crumble. Life feels futile, a never-ending cycle of meaningless pursuit, where even the brightest achievements fade into dust. Echoes That You Ignore explores the darkness of existence, where death is the only certainty, and yet, we continue on, because what else is there to do? A raw, introspective journey into the futility of life, where even the search for meaning is ultimately meaningless.

Humans? It's just another form of life. Who cares if one or two die? That's what they wanted to do to me after all, they sent me to my death. They taught us nothing, no swordsmanship, no magic, barely any armor. Why should I care for humans after what they did, killing a pig and slaughtering a human brings the same feeling of relief, but one's easier to access. So why can't I kill them all? Tyler Greenheart is a man who was cursed in his previous life by the Reaper of Death. His life force constantly gets sucked out from him, shortening his life span and causing pain. When he reaches the age of 15 he is sent out to war against the Elven Tribes as a meat shield due to his lack of talent and lack of spirit, when out on the front lines he kills someone in self defense and feels a sense of comfort and pain relief. He absorbed some of the person's life span and the rest was offered to the Reaper to take, and was absorbed instead of his own. After feeling relief for the first time he decides to turn to the life of a murderer and slowly gets crueler and crueler to appease the curse. Cover is temporary.

A collection of poems.

Journey of a betrayed soldier in a apocalyptic fantasy world. No string attached, he will decide his own fate prevail or perish. Not every fantasy world is a good place. Sometimes, it's worse than where we came from.

Just a space where I let my poetry do the talking, no big deal.