Historias de Ambivalence

Poppy is a wide thinker. She thinks of everything that is possible at that precise moment in time, to the point that she infuriates herself. When she meets John, she has to force herself to think of much less possibilities than normal, knowing that the odds were not in her favour, and nothing would ever be able to happen under any circumstances. Unless she could think of a way out of it...

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I hate you, but I love you. How am I going to let this go?

September 11th a high jacker doubts his mission. A fireman struggles to save his fiancé. A teenage boy loses him mind to radical Christianity. And a Lit professor prepares to start a college shooting. The only way to describe September 11th is through the long and arduous threads of life. Lives of others. Many. Changing. Folding together. Making. Interconnecting. Transposing our demise to our requiem. Forming on song, one tragedy, one day for our befallen. United, burnt, and broken. The smoke of our breaking made a momentous struggle a timeless sacrifice. Cover photo statue "Sleeping Beauty", by Ludwig Sussman-Hellborn

A poem I that I came up with while standing on my porch one night enjoying myself.

Where there is quietness there is emptiness. Where there is emptiness my darkness voyages. After voyaging my emotions are engulfed in doubt. Who can I trust? Who can I depend on? What's is life. Rampant goes my thoughts without any care in the world. But at the end of the day I have to be my own world. At times we all get caught up in thought, zoned out as people may say. This is something I composed while somewhere in that state as I decided to just write whatever came to mind. Enjoy :D

A cascade of emotions emerging from the Poetess' soul that is jumbled and unaccountable.

this books idea is mostly from: danimac1029 please check them out and the books this is based off of this can and will be taken down if they have any sort of problem with this This story is an x reader with 2 or 3 mystical boys i have decided if i wanted to make it yandere like the persons ive gotten this from, i might if i decide the story is getting boring its a work in progress and im new to doing this so stick with me on this XD

Their world is decorated with love and hate, But ours is torn with truth and lies.

A sad weirdos way of expressing why he's sad and weird

"I'll recognise you, even if I haven't seen you," I repeated Drake's words. The words that he wrote in the email that I made me jump out of joy. In the email, that had given me a slightest bit of hope that he would love me. But as I watched him hug Kendra, my heart crumpled. I knew the meaning phrase 'breaking the heart and stepping on it now. He said he'll recognise me, love me, yet he was blinded by her beauty to see me. I was always Kendra to her, never did his ask about me, nor did he remember me. I was a fool to think he would forget about her. I wasn't as pretty as her, never will be. He loved her. I watched as my best friends hugged the man I loved. The smile that lit up his face, i could never give him that. And Kendra too, her pearly whites came into view, making me smile weakly. Maybe it was for the best. Sapphire Munroe has always loved Drake Adams, but he had always been attracted to her beautiful best friend, Kendra Morgan. His father's transfer results in him leaving for London, but not before he asks Kendra to write him daily. Soon, Both of them started to exchange emails. But unbeknownst to Drake, the girl that was writing to him, the girl that he had fallen in love with was Sapphire not Kendra.

Delve deep with me into the abstract ambivalence and poetic musings of my mind.

A collection of poems I've written over the years that primarily explore human emotion, reflection, and spirituality amongst other themes.

I've been in love with him for 9 years, or have I? I still remember the garden he planted inside of me by the touch he gave me. Was it love or a figment of my imagination? What will I think if I run into him again? Will the future, I believe, be mine beside him......

Piper and Kegan used to be best friends. They loved spend all their time together and play lots of games; however, there was one game that Kegan started to have second thoughts about. Now they hate eachother Kegan wanting nothing to do with Piper, what will happen when they are forced to be in eachother's company? Will she be able to play Piper's games?

Right is happiness, Left sadness. Tell me, where do your tears come from?