The Scribbler

Where Did the Pen Go? The story's in a loop, Tied like shoelaces too tight to move, Each day a copy-paste of the last sigh, Each night a whisper that forgets how to cry. It’s not just life It’s a script without ink, A soul with no sound, A heartbeat echoing in a cave it can’t climb out of. Maybe... Just maybe, I’ve lost my pen. Not just any pen The pen. The one that knew how to bleed without pain, The one that saw storms before I did, The one that listened with no ears, Spoke with no tongue, Felt without needing to feel. It lies there, somewhere, Lonely in the dark, No fingers to pick it up, No warmth to press against its spine. The ink, precious, preserved. But at what cost? Is it even alive if it never flows again? Will it ever roll across a page and carry the weight of my world again? Or will silence become my only story? Still, the script waits. It knows. It’s patient like pain. It’s empty, not by accident, But out of loyalty to the pen that once filled it with fire. So if you ever find that pen… The one that doesn’t just write, but understands… Tell it the story isn’t over. Tell it I’m still here. Tell it I still believe. And maybe Just maybe That’s enough for now By: The Scribbler Dedicated to the pen

Coins of the Heart🪙❤️ I’m sorry love, my hands are bare, No jewels to gift, no gold to share. I walk with dreams, not wealth in tow, And hope you'll see the soul I show. My pockets echo light with air, But in my chest, a heart laid bare. I fear my words might sound too small, Because they’re not wrapped up in thrall. Would you have listened if I shined, With riches draped and ties well-lined? Would kindness flow more easily, If I stood tall financially? But all I have, I give to you, A love that’s deep, and raw, and true. Not born of coin or grand display But one that grows, day after day. So take this truth, though I am poor, You are the one I’m fighting for. Forgive me for the things I lack, And trust that I will not hold back. By: The Scribbler Dedicated to the one and only زوخت❤️

Out of Love ❤️📜 When the darkness arrive, and you are all alone. Turned into a couple. It's your time to reshape, the darkness is there for you. The streets are quiet and the noise is gone Ya feel a deep void in your brains, Ya want to fill that void. Instead of thinking deep and going beyond the dimensions. You open tick tock/ Instagram. Guess what will fill the void? People's thoughts, based on their own personal experience. You take all that nonsense and fill the void with it. Be it, negative garbage or positive things... But at the end of the day, it's you and the garbage you consumed, instead of shaping your own way. life is a continuous journey of learning and growth. None of us have it all figured out. Let your own experience give you, the answers... Not social media, for it, is just content.

Am writing a book that can only be published once am no more, that's with all due privacy... It shall only be broken once am dead

Not having someone to run to, when you feeling low make you realize that you are on your own, they can claim that they on your corner, but heyyy YOU ARE ALL ALONE 😊

It rained today, digging that hole won't be hard, Atleast am thoughtful 🤫

This week hasn't been the one. Emotionally drained, and the person who is supposed to know that, has no clue.

Pay heed to the flowing sound of the blood, Racing into the bowel of love. The stare ingulfed the snare into the heart. We seek love with our eyes, yet it still needs to be validated by our heart. The symphony of love words we yearn to hear. That reminds us that love was here. Kudos, that would be the last eyes i saw in tears. Pay heed to Love Need be not the cream of society for it needs no Benjamins. Penniless you are, still love finds you. Wealthy you are, still love finds you. Love has no eyes, forget not, its mystery within the hearts lies. My Heart is brimming, out of love for you. Written by Ali

Her eyes are the night sky-dark, alluring, with a glow that seems to whisper to the stars. They hold a quiet power, as if they could awaken even the stillest hearts, like a cemetery stirred to life by their gaze alone. There’s a seductive mischief in them, a dance of secrets that calls to be unraveled. Yet behind that playful gleam lies a depth, a quiet plea for rescue, though from what, even the eyes themselves cannot say. They shimmer, like water holding back a storm, deceiving yet full of truth, love and empathy overflowing, waiting for a place to belong, for a soul to call home. These eyes don’t just look; they speak. They carry the weight of untold stories, of love unspoken but aching to be known. Am still learning

I know I overthink, and sometimes I get insecure, but through it all, you’ve loved me just as I am. I would stare at you for the rest of my life, and even more than that, I would do anything to make you happy. Allah knows best how much I love you, and I hope you feel it every day, in every way♥️

You once asked me why I love you, and the truth is, in you, I found someone who is worth all the love I’ve been holding onto. My past left me searching for warmth and a sense of home🤦🏾‍♂️, and when I met you, I felt like I finally found that. I’ve always yearned for a girlfriend, a future wife, someone who I could love with everything I have. You’ve become that person for me. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and it’s not just your beauty, but your kind heart🫀♥️, your sense of humor, and the way you were raised. I imagine our future and I want our daughter to have your eyes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I mean that from the depths of my soul. Even in jannah, I would ask for you to be my only wife. 👇

When sleep turns sleepless and rest feels restless, When the day turns chaotic and you look forward to nothing, It’s like drifting in a storm without a shore in sight, Where time passes, but nothing feels quite right. Yet even in the darkest nights, when all seems lost, Know that every storm has its calm, every frost its thaw. Hold on through the sleepless nights and restless days, For dawn always comes, bringing light through the haze.

In some ways suffering ceases to be suffering at the moment it finds a meaning, such as the meaning of a sacrifice

Love's Burning Desire Love is a burning desire, That makes your heart light on fire, Love is being with you, Someone saying I love you too, Love is your tender kiss, Something you don't want to miss, Love is you and me, And that is all I see.

Beauty and love are fleeting but powerful, I’ve known both and I’ve lost both. T.me/the1999Scribbler 💔

When a woman doesn’t want to change, she will find a man that's ok with her lifestyle so she dosent have to grow up. That's why these women will purposely destroy a relationship with a real man, because he sets boundaries & has standards that he stands heavy on. Don't ever think you're not enough for these woman. 9 times out of 10. you're just TOO MUCH for them to handle and they need a weaker man who accepts the bare minimum. ɪɴ ᴍʏ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs™ ✨🛒

When our delusions are shuttered by the truth, we are left in awe. This shouldn’t be a bad thing, it’s a profound experience.🫨 T.me/the1999Scrbbler

When she says : i love you but Emily bronte said : He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same. he's always, in my mind not as pleasure to myself but as my own being. 𝐌𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❤️

You wonder 💭 why SISU couldn’t Die ?👀 they’ve taken everything from him, if they wanted him dead ☠️, they Should’ve left his wife alive…. Something must Kill a man, remember? And that is a Woman. T.me/the1999Scribbler

They are yearning chaos like Ciri, It’s Detrimental for the masses, but it’s long been within them, We cant blame nor change them. Their upbringing was moulded and Nurtured by it, and they now burning everyone, That was Yennefer of Vengerberg, you’d swear they’re half elves 🤦🏾‍♂️ I’d love for Tissaia de Vries to recruit them back to aretuza, so she can help mould their chaos. Hopefully after their lessons they will love us like how Yen loves Geralt of Rivia and Tissaia loves Vilgefortz♥️🥺