four o'clock

you never sleep regularly anymore.

the stars

gus; [noun] 1. the only boy who likes the stars © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2014. N. A.

boy

"i remember." © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. 2015. N. A. The sequel to 'Boy' is 'Funnybones' and is available to read on my profile.

hoi polloi: a collection of prose poetry

hoi polloi: "the many" (In English, it has been corrupted by giving it a negative connotation to signify deprecation of the working class, commoners, the masses or common people in a derogatory or, more often today, ironic sense.) A collection of words that mirror the infinitesimal details that are weaved within the f...

Pointless Verses, Nonsense Curses

"drinking cough syrup when you didn't have a cough was ironic, because in reality, you were sicker than you thought." a book of poetry, phrases, paeans, and prose that seem to capture the essence of what life has shown me. [you b r o k e me, life. but now I am indestructible] [my words are all I have. please do not t...

How to Paint Our Skies

❝When I met you . . . you're the first person in my life, besides my family, that treated me like a regular human being. You're my first friend and my best friend. I would be lying if I said meeting you wasn't most the most important day of my life. And the one that would end up eventually ruining it.❞-Annalise Martin...

Breaths

❝ everything inside of me is living in your heartbeat. ❞ © nate k. 2015

Grey Light

A collection of short pieces, one-shots, character sketches, and scenes that don't belong anywhere (yet). Alternative description: Word dump for thoughts & feelings I want to get out of my head or remember forever. June 2014-2018

destruction

She set out to destroy herself, piece by piece she fall apart until the remains were too scattered and maybe she should've stopped from lighting herself on fire but why would she, when she had a lighter and the world around her was a tank filled with gasoline? Why is destruction so beautiful? She thought destruction w...

robbers | matty healy & harry styles

'now if you never shoot, you'll never know.'

His ink.

This is a collection of poems, actually my first poems. And I'm not saying that this is my first time writting poetry. I did lots of poems that my teachers asked me as the other students to do but when was my first time writting poems from the heart? Well, they might be here Poetry #670 Cover by @bookandplatypusluva

Baby Come Home

//He's a artist involved in a distorted love triangle, and she's a kindergarten teacher that refuses to give up on him.//

Smudged Ink

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

oh

i don't know what the fuck i'm doing anymore. [lowercase intended] © shannyn {-radicalum} [trigger warning; read at your own risk]

little infinities

do you ever wonder what it would feel like to sink deep in the ocean and fade into trillions of stars ( miscellaneous poetry and prose ) © xnycophiliax [ two-thousand-&-fourteen ] lower case intended ( disclaimer ; i do not own the cover art - credit to whoever drew it )

Paean & Prose

Words are the dim shadows of the forgotten ones, the ones left behind - they are the smiles of the saddened, and the frowns of the kind.

Twelve Ways To Spend One's Christmas Eve

"Anna dislikes being stuck three-quarters of the way down a chimney. She really does. Not to mention, she's still going round North America, and there's, like, three continents still to get through in about as many hours."

Birthday Suits

A body positivity movement, in which Belle Moore emphasises the beauty of our birthday suits.

delicate thoughts

untangling the knotted mess within my skull...

[ s k i n n y l o v e ]

skinny love : (n.) when two people love each other, but are too shy to admit it, even though they still show it. Paristella's Contest ~ Round 2 [ Short Story #54 / Romance #240 ]

5:48 [re-write 2.0]

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

raison d'être

raison d'être : The most important reason or purpose for someone, or something's existence. French, literally 'reason for being'.

Coffee Stained Love

Two people. Two cups of coffee. Two lives suddenly intertwined. 2014 © All Rights Reserved [Short Story #550, 7.23.14]

Thin

When kids are young and full of innocent wonder, they're asked the question that will haunt them far into their adult lives: what do you want to be when you're older? Kyleigh Frost's answer to this very question was that she wanted to be thin. Ever since she could remember, all she wanted to do with her li...

heroine

messy thoughts from a messy girl

six feet under.

I put a gun up to my head, if only to be with you. [trigger warning] ••• highest ranking: poetry # 101 short story # 237

3am

the kind of poems you only write when it's raining and 3am. book cover design by @_wacKo x

1 AM- A Collection of Poems

[Random Updates] But why would we sleep anyway, when we have a world to explore and stars to entertain us? Copyright © 2013 by madmoisellebelle. Unless otherwise indicated, all materials on these pages are copyrighted by madmoisellebelle. All rights reserved. No part of these pages, either text or image may be used f...

skeletals

poems and other writings.

mortals

i will shed myself of humanity and hold it within my aching chest, as if it will stop the burning. [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]