The story follows the main character Elizabeth Bennet as she deals with issues of manners, upbringing, morality, education, and marriage in the society of the landed gentry of early 19th-century England. Elizabeth is the second of five daughters of a country gentleman living near the fictional town of Meryton in Hertf...
For my English project, I have to write poetry representing Holden Caulfield from The Catcher In The Rye. So here we go!
''poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.'' - robert frost
"Will you ever hear me in the rain?" "...?" ***** #157 in Poetry February 12, 2016 #86 in Poetry February 14, 2016
ktoś kiedyś zapytał mnie, czym dla mnie jest miłość. wiecie co odpowiedziałam? „𝚖𝚒ł𝚘ść 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚣𝚌𝚣ęś𝚌𝚒𝚎, 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚣𝚌𝚣ęś𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚖 𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎ś 𝚝𝚢". wszystkie obrazki są wzięte z pinteresta. wiersze są autorskie:)
❝for I am nothing but a statue watching you come and go.❞ she refuses to let go of him, he refuses to know of her existence
confessions of a teenage girl...a series of letters i wrote, but never sent. dedicated to people who loved me, but not the same way; people who hurt me; people who healed me; and people i tried to heal. #2 in poetry, jan. 3rd, 2021. #1 in #poembook, mar. 27, 2021. #1 in #realtalk, may 11, 2022. #1 in #poet, sept. 6...
A set of small stories, fluff and angst, of Loki and their genderfluid shenanigans. Please don't read this it's really old. The only reason I haven't deleted it is for archiving purposes and I don't have the heart to. (Genderfluid!Loki and Avenger!Loki) PLEASE READ INTRODUCTION #1 - goodloki - 5/4/20⭐️ #1 femaleloki...
As I learn to love you less is all about the reality of heartbreak by someone who was never yours to begin with. It is the raw, honest side of a beautiful love lost. I want to thank the boy who taught me how to love, I want to thank him for being the inspiration of this book. My first ever book. I also hope this helps...
Piled up with books in the shelf of my heart, I wrote a new page for every life that ever crossed my way, Giving it the beauty that it deserves, I played my part, Then I kept it back slowly, and again started from the start. Go ahead and have a look!
Can a heart shutter before it shakes? Can it crumble before it breaks? For there is nothing to ease the pain when it's the soul that aches. Ranked #1 in Poem for over 30 days Ranked #1 in sad poetry a lot of times Ranked #1 in Poetry so so many times Ranked #1 in casual (uncountable times) A compilation of heartbreak...
A collection of random, emotional, poetic rants and musings. Most impressive rankings: #2 -poems #1 -thoughts #2 -randomthoughts #1 -reflections
Aloka Wijesinghe, a South Asian spoken word, freestyle lesbian poet currently based in Melbourne, Victoria found a totally random collection of prompts on the net, where she for each day painted its walls in different hues of First time love, Death, Passion etc. by taking slight hues from the Australian culture and na...
Writing for me is catharsis of my pain and anger. Writing to heal myself and others. I write what I can not say. I write scars on my soul . I write to people who are no more with me to listen. For all those special people who were ,who are and who will come in my life. You can write when you can't cry. You can put you...
These are some poems that I've written please vote and/or comment I would love to know what you think
"These are the poems I made, For people who feel afraid Poems just for you, All of them are new So accept my hand and read, To feel the tears I had shed." --- #1 ranking in Personalthoughts #10 ranking in Worship Started: July 10, 2020 Ended: May 4, 2024
Poems about Life and its Flaws https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08F2F9G2N/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_awdb_t1_aWpjFbZCXHZDX
❝ This is the closest I'll ever get to flying. ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ No one can fully understand the truth ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ behind a girls suicide, unless the girl ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ who jumped actually tells you the full ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ story. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But that's impossible because she's ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ dead. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But what if she could tell you why she ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ k...
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
War breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said here. STARTED: The second of January, 2018 COMPLETED: The sixteenth...
DeLacy lives a normal life, in a sense. She can't talk to others and she has to be patient, they'd kill her if they ever found her. She learned to hold her emotions and build up a wall. She distanced herself from everyone for fear of hurting them, even her mother. But when her mother takes in the Alphas of the local L...
❝Everything that lies beneath these pages full of scattered ink, has become the definite reminder of who I was, who I am, and who I will be.❞ -All poems are mine. -May contain spoken word poetries and short stories. Highest Rank: #13 in poetry (01-06-19)
The things that my mind thinks of at midnight when my mind can never sleep. The reality and the dreams, emotions and thoughts all wrapped together In this collection of poetry I let you see what's inside of my mind and life. Enjoy reading these words.
