12am Stories

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a collection of short poems capturing the non linear healing process after the end of a first love. songs that inspired or are referenced in this collection:) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2VQNplUXvQoXFVkL7Ct2P4?si=0BkgnmIRQsqRsqTa6NWM1w

Everything in life is poetry, Everything can be poetry, That's why freedom is an expression, Because life is a never-ending cycle of invention. This book of poems is dedicated for Jennina Agabin The one that got away.

The title says it all

Do you ever smile at 12 AM, staring at the moon, Watching as stars glisten by, Coloring the darkness Only for the sun to take them away too soon? Wonders so full of amusement at the night sky, Smiling at 12 AM With an imagination And hearts full of thoughts soaring by. ------------------------------------------------------------- Welcome to my thoughts. You're welcome to stay so long as you'd like. Some are hopeful, some are beautiful, some are gloomy, some are mournful. But all are true to me, and all are from the night.

you're a maid. and you've finally nailed an interview at one of the most top-tier family's home. at first, everything seems fine. a normal family. a perfect house. a beautiful painting. yes. it's all coming together. welcome to the mystic museum. mystic mirror. mystic m̸̢̳͈̘̤̻̣͓̬͌̋͆̂̄͂͛͌̕ͅȃ̷̦̳̖̙́̀́̇͝͝͠ḡ̴̠̜̜̌̀̏͜͝ṇ̸̨̰͉̺̲̫͇͒́̎̌̇́̋̕ỏ̴̦̳̌̐͋̂̃̚͘l̸̡̢̯̞͚̺͓̭͙͒̍̀̔͗̓̀͘͠ï̶͚̟͎͔̬̯̝̺̹̈́̈́ͅa̶̡̨̞̹̺̙̱͇͉̿̍͋̿̂͒͌̕͝. ｒｅｂｏｏｔｉｎｇ．．． you're a professional botanist. and you've just found the job of your dreams. the caretaker or a greenhouse of specifically exotic plants. it was great and seemed like it paid well too. everything seemed fine. until its smile faded. welcome to the mystic garden.

(BIO) My name is Tyler. I'm 14. I LOVE ST CHARLES. Girls with long brown hair are great. Single...but hopefully not for long.

he left at 12, but would he be back?

Nyctophilia (n.) love of the darkness of night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness Lying in bed having those unusual but so down to earth emotions suddenly occurring to your mind as soon as the clock hits 00:00. . Welcome To my Midnight Crib, full of anger, lust, confusion, inner conflict and hope

~ » all my dreams are almost impossible « ~ ~ poetry ~

( Picture isn't mine!! ) This is just..something I came up with..my first book...YEP!

.To cope with the new living conditions and traditions Alice Freemen starts a blog about her life and personal problems.There emotional break downs, boy problems, and a bunch of animals start to cling to her !+her orphanage are planning on selling her??

Poetry I have written about whatever was in my mind at that moment.

Words from my mind before I shut my eyes at night. It might make sense, some might not. These aren't personal, just a creative outlet of my sleep deprived mind.

escribí esto a las 12:05 a.m mientras escuchaba música que aumentaba mi ansiedad y hacia mi miedos crecer de nuevo. no necesito ayuda, estoy bien, lo prometo.

for every emotion I have ever felt, whether it be 12pm or 12am

Toujours Minuit ; Forever Midnight. " Suddenly the sun stopped shinning and in those exact moments I realized I lost who I am. "

Today, Nessa had gotten a text from an unknown at 12 am. Soon the two people meet... But the truth had to come out on why there were text messages at 12 am.