Diana Hills

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Hey everyone! 
          My poetry collections of "From Deep Within", "The Love Within", and "The Heartbreak Within" OFFICIALLY have BEAUTIFUL updated covers! I think they are so much better than before :) I hope you like the poetry within ;)

Hey everyone! 
          I just published new chapters for "Free as a Butterfly"!
          Sorry for taking so long, like I said I recently started college and I've barely had any time for myself because of so much homework  but I left you all with plenty content, so enjoy :)

Hey everyone!
          
          Sorry for not updating my books recently, I actually started college on Monday and I’m just getting accustomed to that, but I will have new chapters out by next week hopefully, I already have some poems written for inspiration :) 

Hey everyone!
          I published TWO new poetry books! I had said I had one idea, but while I was making the cover for "Messages for the Dreamers", I got an idea for another poetry book, so I created "Free as a Butterfly". 
          
          Both of these books are somewhat personal because it is my way of grieving and healing, and I was hoping it could help others as well. 
          I hope you check them out when you can! 
          
          Love, Diana

thanks for adding 'about the other woman' to your 'TBR' list ♥︎ have an amazing day.

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

Hey everyone! 
          Just letting you all know that I have an idea for a new poetry book and I already have 3 poems drafted and so many more to come!
          It'll be up as soon as I make a cover. I already have the title and description added :)) Be expecting it soon!  
          
          Love, Diana  

Hey everyone! Sorry for being inactive these last few months! A lot was going on and I had college and senior year stuff and also starting a business, but I've graduated, and I start college real soon !   
          
          I will try to write more now and start a new book or two, because my books The Heartbreak Within and The Love Within are officially marked as complete! With a few new chapters added ! :)
          
          I'll be planning my next book, but for now my book From Deep Within is still in progress, also with new chapters, so I hope you all enjoy the new chapters all around! <3

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity