Shark

Just a novice writer who thought to post her work on the internet You can also find me on wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/Sharkuwu210

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I am shark! I love writing and all things poetry. I usually write on Wattpad, but I thought I'd try posting my work here. While I  may post some stuff here, not everything from Wattpad will be here. So, if you want more than what is here, check out my main book, where I post everything titled "Whispers in the Water: A Collection of Short Stories and Poetry." Link in bio

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Bad Idea

You were the storm I invited into my peaceful sky,

Now memories hang heavy,

like clouds refusing to cry.

Late nights are haunted by your phantom touch,

Every breath taken is laced with your memory's guise.

You're my bad idea,

an unfinished sentence in my heart,

I should have kept you near when distance was just a word.

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Alone

In the road's dim light,

Dreams scattered like thunderclouds.

Beneath the moon's gaze,

where shadows creep,

Bones chilled beneath layers unseen.

Walking paths carved by secrets deep,

Hope flickers amidst the shadows’ sheen.

On this barren path,

Each step echoes on frozen stone,

I fear that I am alone.

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Embarrassed

Embarrassment creeps in, like a shadow at noon, unexpected, a slip of the tongue, a trip on the steps, the laughter that rings out, coiling, tightening around your heart.

It settles in your cheeks, a rising tide of crimson, and suddenly, the room feels too small, the eyes too many, pinning you in place, like a butterfly under glass.

You search for an escape, but the moment hangs heavy, a secret whispered that everyone knows, drawing you back to your seat, lost in the maze of your own thinking, wondering how to be invisible.

Yet in the silence that follows, as the laughter fades, you realize we all wear this cloak, a threadbare fabric of mishaps and missteps, the heart that still beats, the smile that lingers after the blush.

And in time, embarrassment weaves into the story, a reminder that we're human, perfectly flawed, laughing softly at our tangled selves, as we walk into the light once more.

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Under The Earth

I am drowning in my own sorrows, a heavy tide of thoughts, pulling me down, waves of worry lapping at my heart. Each breath feels like a battle, my lungs aching for the surface, but the currents of doubt hold me tight.

Morning light breaks through my window, but it feels like gray; sunshine dripping like honey, sticky with memories I'd rather forget. I watch the world go by, smiling faces in the crowd, while I sink deeper, trapped in my mind's deep ocean.

Friends say, “It's okay, you'll be fine,” but they don’t see the deep blue shadows that swirl within me, the way hope can feel so far away, like the last glimmer of sun vanishing below the horizon.

Each day, I fight to stay afloat, to gather the pieces scattered around like broken seashells on the shore, trying to remember what it was like to feel light, to dance with the wind instead of being buried under the flood.

But even in this murky depth, a whisper, a tiny spark, reminds me there’s air above, that maybe a hand, reaching down from the light, could pull me back to shore once more.

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Bookshelf

In a room lined with stories, shelves heavy with romance, paperbacks stacked high like dreams, cover art gleaming, red lips and soft smiles, hearts racing across pages, but here, the air is thick with silence, lingering dust, as if they all hold their breath.

Each book whispers a promise, of love found in sunsets, dancing beneath stars, yet the only sound is the rustle of turning pages, no laughter, no gentle teasing, just quiet echoes of what could be.

I wander between the rows, characters that never felt real, adventures that skipped my heart, and I wonder— can one room hold so much passion and still leave me empty?

Love lives in ink and paper, but outside these stories, the world feels distant, like a page turned too quickly, leaving me to chase ghosts, to spin tales in my mind, while the magic around me remains untouched, waiting for a hand to reach out and write a new chapter.

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Your Grip

With your hands around my throat,

I feel the weight of your touch,

A heavy burden pressing down,

A suffocating embrace that tightens.

I am caught in the grip of your power,

Bound by invisible chains of desire,

Struggling to breathe, to speak,

As your fingers leave their mark.

In the darkness of your hold,

I am lost in the intensity,

The rawness of our connection,

The primal urge to surrender.

With every gasp for air,

I am reminded of your control,

Of the passion that consumes us,

In this moment of reckless abandon.

And though I am at your mercy,

I find a strange comfort,

In the vulnerability of submission,

In the fierce love that binds us together.

With your hands around my throat,

I am both prisoner and willing captive,

In this dance of pleasure and pain,

Where ecstasy and danger collide.

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Questioning

In the quiet corners of my mind, I ponder The weight of doubt that lingers, heavy and cold Should I stay in this delicate dance of love Or set myself free, let my heart unfold

The whispers of uncertainty echo in my soul Like a gentle breeze, stirring my fears Is this bond worth the tears and the pain Or should I walk away and dry my tears

I question the depth of our connection If it's strong enough to weather the storm Or if we're just clinging to what was Afraid of the unknown, of being worn

But in the stillness of the night, I find solace In the truth that lies within my heart I deserve a love that lifts me higher One that doesn't tear my world apart

So I'll listen to the whispers of my soul And trust in the wisdom it imparts For in the end, I must choose my own path And follow the light that guides my heart.

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Ecstasy

Whispers of pleasure, moans of delight

As we surrender to the ecstasy, in the soft glow of moonlight

No rules, no boundaries, just the raw, primal urge

Two hearts beating as one, on this carnal surge

Bodies moving in rhythm, a chaotic, beautiful mess

Lost in the moment, consumed by the fiery caress

No words needed, just the language of touch

As we explore each other, in this intimate rush

And when the climax comes, a burst of pure bliss

We collapse into each other, in a state of pure abyss

Wrapped in the aftermath, a tangled, sweaty mess

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My Name

I want the neighbors to hear, to feel the heat,

Of our passion burning, our hearts beat,

A symphony of love, loud and clear,

Say my name, let it reach their ears.

In the quietude of the world asleep,

Our love song plays, deep and steep,

Say my name, let it break the still,

A declaration of love, a thrill.

I want the night to bear witness,

To our love, fierce and limitless,

Say my name, let it ring out loud,

In the silence of night, proud.

So say my name, with all your might,

Let it soar into the starry night,

I want the neighbors to hear,

Our love is strong and sincere.

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Touch Me

In the dance of passion, my curves command attention,

Hips swaying like waves in a rhythmic ascension.

A symphony of movement, a tantalizing trace,

Worship my hips and waist; embrace the grace.

In the soft curve of my waist, a secret whispered sigh,

A delicate invitation, a promise to comply.

Every motion a testament, every sway a song,

A melody of desire all night long.

My hips, a temple of sensuality,

A shrine to worship, a place of finality.

In their gentle sway, a story unfolds,

Of passion untamed, of secrets untold.

So come close, feel the rhythm, let your hands explore,

My hips and waist, a sacred lore.

In the dance of love, let your heart be swayed,

Worship my hips and waist in the night's serenade.

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You Are Mine

I am irresistible, a force of nature,

A magnetic energy that draws you in,

My presence undeniable, my allure strong,

I captivate hearts with effortless grace.

In my eyes, a spark of mischief,

In my smile, a hint of mystery,

I move with confidence, a dance of seduction,

Leaving a trail of longing in my wake.

I am a siren, a temptress,

A tempter of souls with my sensual charm,

My essence intoxicating, my touch electrifying,

I am the embodiment of desire.

To resist me is futile,

For I am the embodiment of allure,

A creature of passion and fire,

I am irresistible, and you are under my spell.

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Missing You

Memories linger,

Your laughter in the distance,

I long for your smile.

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Searching

In the vast, lonely sea of endless doubt,

I reach out, searching for a love that's true.

A beacon of light that will guide me about,

A heart that beats for me, forever new.

I long for a love that's pure and divine,

A connection that's strong yet tender and kind.

A love that will, in all moments, shine,

A love that, in my soul, I'll never find.

But still, I reach out, my hand extended,

Hoping that somewhere, someone is waiting.

For me to find them, to be befriended,

To fill my heart with love, never abating.

So I reach out, with all of my might,

Hoping to find love in the midst of night.

Through the darkness and through the pain, I stride,

Reaching out for love, my heart open wide.

I yearn for a love that will never fade,

A connection so strong that it can't be swayed.

I long for a love that will light up my soul,

That will make me feel complete and whole.

A love that will stand the test of time,

A love that is pure and truly divine.

I reach out for love with all of my being,

Hoping that soon, I will be seeing,

The one who will capture my heart and my mind,

And fill my days with joy so kind.

So I reach out, with hope in my heart,

Knowing that love will never depart.

I reach out for love, with faith, and with trust,

Believing that true love is always a must.

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Missing

There's an empty space inside that cannot be filled,

A void that lingers, a longing unfulfilled.

No matter how much we try to ignore,

That missing piece leaves us yearning for more.

Something is missing, a puzzle to solve,

An ache in our hearts that we can't resolve.

We search for it in all the wrong places,

But the missing piece can't be found in faces.

It's something deeper, something unseen,

A part of us that feels incomplete, a dream.

So we keep on searching, hoping to find,

The missing piece that will bring peace to our mind.

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True Love

It's the way his eyes light up,

When she walks into the room,

The way her laughter dances,

Chasing away the gloom.

True love is not just a feeling,

But a choice made every day,

To stand beside each other, unwavering,

Come what may.

It's the comfort of a hand to hold,

In the darkness of the night,

The strength of a love that's bold,

Guiding us towards the light.

True love is not always easy,

It's a journey filled with highs and lows,

But through every storm and every breeze,

Love's gentle flame continues to glow.

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Decisions

At a crossroads where paths diverge,

Choices looming large, like shadows cast,

Each option whispering of destiny's call,

The weight of indecision heavy in the air.

One road leading to the unknown,

Adventure beckoning with a siren's song,

Promises of new beginnings and untold tales,

But also the risk of getting lost in the maze.

The other path familiar, safe, and steady,

Comfort like a warm blanket in the cold,

Yet whispers of stagnation and missed chances,

The fear of what could have been haunting.

Standing still, the world spins around,

Time ticking like a relentless drumbeat,

Caught between two worlds, two destinies,

At a crossroads, where choices define us.