Novedades

(not a spell book, but a poem) MAGIC FROM THIS BOOK OF SPELLS TELLS YOU EVERYTHING INDEED, BUT YOU MUST USE THE BOOK TO GROW, NOT CAUSE PAIN BY STEALING ANOTHER'S SEED, OTHERWISE THE SPELLS REVERSE THEMSELVES AND YOUR HEART WILL BLEED, NOTHING GOOD EVER COMES FROM GREED.

WRITING SEEMS TO BE MY DESTINY, UNDER THE MOONLLIGHT WHERE I CAN SEE, IN MY LAIR I'LL WRITE MY STORY UNTIL IT SETS ME FREE, AND THAT WILL BE THE END OF MY JOURNEY.

Purple Wildflowers is a poetry collection about longing, love, loss, and the quiet ache of searching for something just out of reach. Through deeply introspective and emotionally raw poems, this book explores the complexities of grief, identity, and the inevitability of change. From the delicate beauty of a wildflower growing on the side of the road to the weight of memories that never quite fade, these poems capture what it means to love, to hurt, to search for meaning, and to find pieces of ourselves in the things we cannot hold onto. For those who have ever felt like they are drifting, ...

До цієї збірки кращих творів поета увійшли, зокрема, поезії «Лебеді материнства» і «Ти знаєш, що ти людина» — це програмні твори Василя Симоненка, які містять роздуми щодо людської сутності та про любов до України. Поезії «Задивляюсь у твої зіниці» та «Я…»— це вилита у рядки щира любов до України і філософські роздуми над людською індивідуальністю.

Star Crossed Lovers, no gazing allowed these days, their love forever doomed and not meant for praise, cursed not to even last two days ...

Donnabella’s love to do their “broom dance” on All Hallows' Eve when the moon’s just right, but one wrong move and the dance turns into a frightful sight, but these fairies like to play rough, until they've had enough, and that can take all night.

NO SNOWMEN OR SNOWWOMEN WERE HURT IN THE PRODUCTION OF THIS POEM! Jolly comes back every year to celebrate Summermas an Evergreen family tradition, they created him one Christmas Eve one long blizzard ago ...

PRETTY FORGETFUL THAT'S YOU, PRETENDING NOT TO REMEMBER IS WHAT YOU DO

She writes until she falls asleep, though she weeps, she knows her secrets the ocean will keep for the writer sitting alone in the deep.

Yes, I'm sneaky, they call me The Sneak, but they don't realize I just want to breathe and feel free, I may be sneaky, but I just want to feel free, that's the true sneak in me.

The Dreamer is the one who dreams all day and night, even when the stars aren't bright, inside the bottle my hopes and dreams locked up tight, out with the tide floating under the moonlight, until it reaches the shore when the time's just right!

Here, she comes, watch out for her glow, she glitters with magic as her beautiful tresses flow, but one thing you should know, her magic comes with a price too high for anyone to go.

Standing in front of the mirror another version of me was not easy to see, in another universe somewhere unable to exist interchangeably, but here when I’m too weak to fight and cannot breathe internally, my alter ego is set free, she’s always ready alternatively.

The words floating in the sky are for the readers eye, pages burning bright, glowing in the sun and moonlight for anytime day or night, flowers grew from the concrete spelling the author’s name with delight, the plight hasn’t just begun, but I’ve learned not to run, while creating this one I stayed to fight

Love sometimes hurts, but it is often full of joy. For those who genuinely open their hearts to this feeling, it is always a journey of transformation and renewal. The poetry of "Love: All of them and just one" introduces you to a poetic universe where emotions flow between nostalgia and fleeting passions. Through this book, you can explore the memories of lost loves, the glow of fleeting loves, and the intimate journey of transformation in search of self-love. These poems are a flash of emotions, a window into the heart's labyrinths, a journey of self-discovery and redemption, and a ...