{WATTPAD FEATURED STORY, NOVEMBER 2017} Welcome to the Grove. Two years after a devastating sickness swept the planet, the surviving human population barricaded itself into walled cities, shutting off the outside. While these self-preserving men and women tried to repopulate the lost Earth, the remaining scraps of so...
a collection of thoughts, the pieces of my mind, printed on virtual paper. imagined by me, written by me, just for you.
august, hochsommer [abschlossen 2021] Gedanken eines Mädchens. Von Zugfahrten, Besenkammern und Wandschränken, von verwirrten Blicken und einem schelmischen Lächeln. ! Alle Rechte an den Texten liegen bei mir ! 3 in #Poetry (oct 26) 1 in #Poesie (oct 28) 20 in #Gedichte (dez 10)
drop by my house at half past noon; we'll make small talk of murder over chamomile tea © VANGOHS, 2017
• abgeschlossen • Er hatte sich nie getraut. Doch heute ist alles anders. Er kann nicht mehr. Es ist alles vorbei. Er hat keine Angst. Er springt. Denn er will aufhören zu versagen. ↝ eine poetische Kurzgeschichte ↝ alle Rechte bei mir ↝ fiktional ⚠ TRIGGERWARNUNG: Entscheidet bitte selbst, ob ihr in der psychischen...
Gedanken sind eine Art Kunst, die sich in unserem Kopf entwickelt. Manchmal ist diese Kunst wunderschön, manchmal wie ein Albtraum. Wenn wir doch nur ein Knopf hätten, mit dem wir die schönen Gedanken festhalten, und die schlechten in den Hintergrund drängen könnten.. ® jesuissem #1 - sayings | 07.02.2019| #1 - Gedank...
theres cracks in my spine, fissures written along the phalanges of my finger, my brain is open like a vivisection, and there is a strange comfort as strangers eyes pick me apart. aka. a wannabe crywank writes poetry because it be like that
The dark mind rises, Hair waving in the wind. The silhouette on the horizon, With no piece of light. This is the thoughts of a girl going through life one chapter at a time. All rights reserved Dark Minds @Grey-Quotations101 Currently writing *** Trigger warning *** Cover by @lushpetals
the pain never really disappears, does it? it just becomes a dull throb in your heart. - a collection of negative & positive poetry. after all, life consists of both pain and happiness highest rank: #45POE cover: @oceanwaved
poetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞
if only you knew the love i felt, the beauty i crave, the darkness i bring - would you long for me, then? {❦} = personal favorites of mine
the two of us snuggled up like quotation marks in a room full of words achievements #1 in letterchallenge #4 in relateable #34 in maniac • • • A heartbroken boy...
I LIE IN DUST AND ASHES, my corpse withers next to you, my love ©2017 WREN #663, #503, #582, #475, #300, #294,#251, #210, #189, #158, #146, #234, #341, #405
[You can now purchase 100 Voicemails' paperback on Amazon!] After a car accident, seventeen year old Steve Carlton, goes into a coma. When he does wake up after a few months, he suffers from temporary memory loss. During this time, he starts to go through his messages and voicemails on his cellphone, trying to get a...
a story about a boy who died boring. in which four teens are woven into the death of eighteen year old derik vincent.
Holy sins, carnal desires and the pure acts of immortality- These filthy rotten boys were caught in the twisted ropes of self indulgences, ambition, sodomy and twisted beauty. ©wreckeds, 2020
(n.) lit. "gate-closing panic"; a sense of anxiety or fear caused by the feeling that life's opportunities are passing by and diminishing as one ages or in my case, the fear of missing out on you.
» 𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐞 / poetisch. Denn Er existiert, trotz dessen unerhört einsam, zweisam gespalten, jedoch verbunden und im Leben gefunden. Diese Worte handeln von dem Alltag einer Person, welche Nichts tut, sowie in Ungewissheit und Stummheit lebt. Doch trotz alledem existiert Er. Dies sind die Kapitel se...
