Bøger af Hugo Jepsen

Warning (+18)Abuse, violence and other similar subjects are described in this book.PrefaceThe story of 'The Hunters of Domesticated Love' revolves around the main character - let's call him Peter, or let's call her Grace since the gender is omitted in the book's content.Peter or Grace -begin a relationship with a man who has narcissistic and bad-tempered behaviours. From burning desire to absolute extremes of violence; this story written in poetry speaks of their feelings, emotions, and selected events of the relationship and how it all ends.This story is not based on my personal experience or inspired by-simply by pure imagination.Enjoy and read with care!Chapterspainfully aliveselfish I ampale skinunknown tendernesspontificdomesticated like an animalcruel bedlight in squaresdishonest melancholyblackening out heregodly giftsheavenly endings -8-Bonus Included

A relationship! Can a relationship save you? A lot of people say that it doesn't; but what if it can save you?Someone who is completely wholesome falls in love with someone who is completely broken - 'The X Point'.The story of this poetry book follows two people with two different perspectives on relationships; one who wants to make sure that everything improves in a positive light and that everything stays healthy and stable with a logical way of thinking versus someone who tries their best to be conscious and healthy while struggling with depression and internal trauma of relationships.Chapters: holding you in the futuregreen branchespeaceful placeswritten all over your faceevery time I'm with youfor all these yearsassumptions of loveI just know how I feelstay pretty, stay silentignorance doesn't stop fallingit's ending, it's fine9 Paperback Exclusive Poems aren't included in the digital version.

When someone with a kind heart, a good soul hurts you, it's hard to think about where you went wrong. How can you hate someone like that?I asked myself so many questions between endeavours of doubts and heartache; always smiling to the outside because nobody in the world deserves to carry the hurt I carry with myself everywhere I go."in the cold, so cold: EXCLUSIVE EDITION," tells everything about the beginning, in-between and the ending of this heartbreak story.Letter I: the story of my anxietystory of my anxietypretty in your eyesone thing I'm notvoice of youdrug headslogicrather a dreamyou saved me- YOU SAVED ME - If you don't wanna be here anymore, just make sure you die dancing, dancing with me or alone while running forwhat truly makes you happy.All the magical things happen in a heartbeat, that is what I crave for me, and if you weren't here right now, I'd still be, be falling down.That's one thing you don't understand, the way you've got an impactover the conditions of my life, and over everything that is on my mind.You saved me when I had nobodyto tell me I'd be alright and safe, and safe I am in your arms, because you are a safe place.Letter II: in the cold, so coldsoundmorning heartachecan almost hear your mindhandmade for the weakplace of trusthonestly (maybe)should have knowndivine feeling from abovetoxic brings toxicin the cold, so cold- IN THE COLD, SO COLD -I don't knowwhere I wentso wrongto fall in despair.I'm not made of steel, you don't know how I feel, but baby, I was just, just trying to heal.Love is a complicated place.With all these tearsrunning through my faceopened some wounds I tried, I've been trying to close for years.If I gave you warmth, why would you leave mein the cold, so cold?Letter III: my heart is brokenthe person you knewtell me it's not reallet me change my timedestructive romanceyour name means hurttired of being meindecent for myselfprophecyghosts have no soul- YOUR NAME MEANS HURT -You didn't want to get hurtbut you did hurt me instead, and maybe, all of this "love"was just a game in your head.Every now and then, I go back, I go back alone to my bed, but you think I'm sleepingwith somebody else.But I'm here, crying over you, but you don't deserve it, no, for all you made me go through, you don't deserve it, I know.Every now and then, I go there, and I'll always rememberwhen you said you thought you loved

'Endeavours of Grace: A Dystopian Poetry Book' creates a world where the individual can't be recognized for his own efforts - not being seen, heard or understood by its society. 'I kind of describe it as someone screaming in pain but the music is too loud in the room for anybody to listen to it. It's neither a happy nor a sad story - it's more of a declaration of what it feels like to suffer in silence.' (Endeavours of Grace: Classic Edition)I used the dystopian format as a form of criticism towards the general society of our own. The story itself is divided into 3 main chapters, 'Endeavours of Love, Endeavours of Injustice & Endeavours of Depression' - each chapter includes 7 poems and I specifically chose this number because it represents divinity in numerology. Some of these poems - which will be underlined on the chapter list - were already published in "Endeavours of Grace: Classic Edition". This was meant to give my readers the opportunity of having a taste of what would come.Chapter I: Endeavours of LoveKate & Kylemy prayerhe lovesbroken solitudeshooting starssleep wellthe power of two hearts"Many love stories were written throughout the millennia. It prevailed until today because I am (we are) still writing about it by attempting to explain what is felt. I (we) enjoy challenging the heart with our conscious beliefs. But can I (we)?"Chapter II: Endeavours of Injusticethis land of monstersocean deepsendeavours of gracecapital believerpovertyshipwreckskim of light"The world isn't equal, the world doesn't care - the world is divided by beliefs, political systems, religion, levels of education, by where someone is born, by their skin colour or for whom they love and/or feel attracted to, by fame, by how many followers they have on Social Media, by how much money they possess on their bank accounts, by how they dress or how they look in society, by how badly or well-furnished their homes are. "Chapter III: Endeavours of Depressionthe creatorno warriorbandaid of liesvicious dramaplaying with my deathwasted realityforever mine"What do I say about Depression: It eats you up from inside. It feels that you're being drained of energy. Nothing you do, nothing that other people do for you can please you enough. Sometimes, you don't eat because you feel unworthy of food; sometimes, you don't even cry because you don't feel like you have nothing to cry for. Your existence feels inhuman. You feel tricked by other people and your mind - a common question I ask myself is, "Is this real?"

I PREFER LOVERS: Christmas Edition is the third part of the series 'I Prefer Lovers: A Romantic Poetry Book'. REWINDOnce questioned about the name we should give to one's relationship that is not a "standard friendship" nor a "committed relationship", I just said, "I PREFER LOVERS"., from 'I PREFER LOVERS: A Romantic Poetry Book'. I couldn't control it, I couldn't breathe, my heart became ashes, my soul was crashing down - I swear! None of you is here anymore. Multiple days, multiple nights, socializing but so lonely., from 'I PREFER LOVERS: The Aftermath'. INTRODUCTIONThe subtitle of this book might fool you; the 'Christmas Edition' is just my gift for you for this year. 2020 has been a crazy year - we all agree on that - but, for me, it has been very special and unique. With all its ups and downs, it was probably one of the best years of my life. I had time to meet the best kind of people; I had time to share amazing moments with acquaintances, old friends, new friends, 'crazy-weird' people. It was a pleasure on its own - life decided to paint me a path towards fate. Nonetheless, this book is divided into two parts - 'Side A & Side B'. Side A is all about getting hurt, sad, miserable. Side B is the opposite of it; all about healing, finding happiness, a renewal of emotions. "A renewal of emotions is all I need right now; right now, after the pain and hurt that I had to go through". Merry Christmas, Hugo JepsenCHAPTERS LISTSIDE A: Getting hurt, sad, miserable.warm heartonly sometimesthe bed we madehurt me like thatfoolish for youproducing painmissing you more than everand if you dotell me whymake me believe you againpictures in my headif we had the time to loveleave me lonelyoutside the bubblethis is me trying not to crySIDE B: healing, finding happiness, loving again.after the rainbetter than you (explicit)castles we builtside effects of deathit hurts so goodbroken heart melodyfuture holdingnew emotionsjudge me as if I'm deadpromise you the universethought about you todaycute little thingsdon't wanna be alone foreverjeanlove languagebye, it's coldFREE VERSION of 'Only Sometimes': Sometimes, we don't want any advice, sometimes, we just wanna cry, and sometimes, but only sometimes, I find myself replacing my life.Sometimes, I just wanna be, I just wanna be happy, but sometimes, I get sad, and that's totally fair and fine.Sometimes, I might stress outbecause I got traumas, traumas of falling down.Sometimes, I wanna fight, Sometimes, I need love, but sometimes I wanna die, and I never feel like I have enough.FREE VERSION OF 'BROKEN HEART MELODY'The weather outside is horrible, and I wish I was there, in the bubblebecause all I have here is troubleand I've been everything but stable.I see more rivals than angels, I see more anger than peace, and all I want, all I needis to escape and leave.My heart has broken strings, it's filled with poison control, it's consuming all I have leftfrom the pieces of my soul.All I want is to love, to be loved, but I can't ask for it to just anyone.I just want to love, to have love in me, and that's my 'broken heart melody'.

'Endeavours of Grace: The Complete Edition' creates a world where the individual can't be recognized for his own efforts - not being seen, heard or understood by its society. It's a fusion between "Endeavours of Grace: Classic Edition & Endeavours of Grace: A Dystopian Poetry Book". 'I kind of describe it as someone screaming in pain but the music is too loud in the room for anybody to listen to it. It's neither a happy nor a sad story - it's more of a declaration of what it feels like to suffer in silence.'Chaptersthe creatorno warriorKate & Kylemy prayerbreak freechills in the darkhe lovesshipwreckmy consciousnessbroken solitudeshooting starssleep wellall I've ever knownthe power of two heartsthis land of monstersocean deepsendeavours of gracecapital believerpovertypages of hopeskim of lightbandaid of liesvicious dramaplaying with my deathwasted realityalone in spaceforever minesober

Recently, I have been very interested in epic poetry and storytelling in poetry due to the Autumn season, I believe. "Holy Land of Lions and Lionesses" is a compilation of themed poems that talk about the action of letting go of things that don't serve me anymore. It talks about all the little, cute things that the Fall Season comes with. In the first part of this compendium, you will read 7 poems written by me, of course. In the second part - stories. Here, I will present you with two original stories written in a poetic format (epic poetry) with a bonus one from my released book, 'Season of the Witch'.If you're a current reader of mine, you know that I, usually, give out bonuses from previous collections - this time, since Halloween is coming, there you have it. PoemsIntro: volcanoEcosystemsParasidiac EarthI create imaginary worlds to drink safe waterself-worth of a giraffeautumn is the season of letting gocuddling in the fallStoriesHoly Land of Lions and LionessesOwl's Platonic Love Taleof my death, they forgot (bonus chapter)Halloween PoemsVampirThe Orb (Part 1)Phantom Imagination: Dark Watersstory of a man who diedonce death gets near meSeason of the Witch

Before this story begins, another one happened. "Having fun with my friends, having play-dates with random acquaintances, drinking wine, creating new experiences, meeting the same world with a new perspective. Well, you know how the story goes."Moments after...The sun sets-down and the moon rises up to its fullest. On a very cold night, half of my heart went away to a very distant place - a place very, very far from me. I didn't cry, I promise that in the first two hours of the night, I didn't cry. But, well, after that, it did hit my mind like poison, memories and memories creating clouds of rain, a type of rain that falls through the eyes of a person.I couldn't control it, I couldn't breathe, my heart became ashes, my soul was crashing down - I swear! None of you is here anymore. Multiple days, multiple nights, socializing but so lonely.Welcome to the aftermath of I PREFER LOVERS.