Bleedingout Stories

The inspiration from this came from someone's story that I just read so all credit goes to them! There are mentions of self-harm, alcohol, cigarettes, and such so if these kinds of things are sensitive to you read at your own risk! Please don't steal my story as I worked long and hard on this. It's also pretty crappy tbh so read at your own risk and please don't give me negative criticism...

He never quite belonged. Not to the city. Not to her. Not even to his own reflection. A man, nameless in his final moment, bleeds into the soil beneath a twilight sky-wounded not just in flesh, but in the quiet, constant way that life wounds the misfit soul. He is the ghost of a song lyric. A living ache. A whisper carried too far. And now, in a field that neither judges nor remembers, he waits for the last breath to fade from his chest. ⸻ Inspired by the haunting melancholy of Radiohead's "Creep" and "Let Down," this standalone poetic piece captures a dying man's final thoughts as he slips from the world-alone, forgotten, and yet strangely seen in the stillness of nature. The story does not romanticize death, but it does stare it in the face and find something quietly transcendent: the chemical reaction of blood meeting dirt. The bittersweet hope of someday growing wings. The beauty of unbecoming. For those who've ever felt alien in their own skin... For those who've ever wanted to disappear, but imagined becoming something more instead... This story is not a solution. It's a moment. A funeral hymn for the ones who leave gently, but not without meaning.

Two of the biggest Mafia's in America. One threat that can destroy them both. Can two mafia bosses who seem to hate each other stop the biggest threat they have ever faced? One thing is for sure; this is going to be a hell of an adventure. (Contains a lot of nerd jokes and bad grammar. Be prepared)

Who knew a war could make love blossom between two countries. Definitely not you!

There is worse pain than dying.

Why is the world so cruel, when you just lost a friend, who was important to you....

Head Pounding Heart Aching Fingers Drumming all while my soul is trapped ### poetry attempts to ease the pain ### A Collection of my attemps at poetry