Blurred Histoires

Just a bunch of trippy wallpapers 🤪🤪

Everything is blurred. No colors on the wall. Colors is sarcastic nothing pink at all. ©2016 All rights reserved: -sinistry-® Cover by @rydenphette

I don't know if someone will be able to read these poems, but still, I'm going to put it here. This is a compilation of poems na naipon na sa notebook ko. That's all thank you!

A mysterious girl; Veronica A swift boy; Connor When Veronica finds herself wrapped in the never-ending, thrill of illegal gambling. Her essence of power and silence always makes her a winner. But when Connor comes to a high stress game of cards, with a jackpot of 5,000,000, and wins over Veronica. Her attention laser beams on him.

"My name is Grey too." I speak over her. She keeps her eyes locked on mine, confusingly. Then the corners of her mouth rise upward. "You're joking, right?" "No, I swear." She smiles, her pink-red lips open as she suddenly clutches her stomach and roars in laughter. Her wavy, locks of her bops against her shoulders. This time it's my turn to gaze at her weirdly. An echoing voice shouts from behind me. "Grey, what the hell is that squeaking noise?" I can"t help but hide the smile as I see the reaction that sits on her petite face.

Aley Larson is finally getting to her first year of college at the University of Minnesota. She's planning the best four years of her life, making sure she keeps her grades square, and meeting new people. But, running into trouble she was warned about, Harry Styles, punk bad-boy, changes what she thought college was about. He'll do anything to make her his, but he isn't what she wants. The tattoos, piercings, parties, and that intimidating signiture smirk doesn't put him on her list of favorites. It's then Harry's job to get Aley to change her mind about him, but it might mean lying is the only way.

Dear Diary, I saw him today. Dear diary, he won't get off my mind. Dear diary, help me.

Seventeen year old Haley McCruff is an orphan. Her parents died at sixteen. Now she doesn't focus on her school, friends or foster parents, she has to focus on her deadly sixth sense. A sixth sens that gives her the ability to see ghosts, that is. Even with her scarred image and dark past, love snags her by the ankle and she topples into the inescapable depth.

2013(had some editing and stuff but it is complete now and also full of mistakes hah) What happens when Anna meets a new hot guy in summer camp and she finds him extremely annoying,every girl wants him but not her,she end up with him in team ..."PERFECT TEAM"as coach used to say, Anna is sure that Liam thinks that she is like the other girls,but what if that is not true what if Liam thinks different.AND what will happen I they start growing feelings for each other but not at the same time,what will happen then??? FIND OUT NOW!!! Lixx

Just some poem.

In the Deep South, where faith and flesh collide, one man navigates the blurred lines between lust, love, and salvation. When Curtis is introduced to Concetta Brown; a beautiful woman with a complicated past, what begins as physical attraction spirals into a raw journey of betrayal, redemption, and spiritual warfare. From sexual full nelsons in parking lots to late-night prayers and broken promises, Curtis wrestles with desire, deception, and divine truth. Told through the lens of an African American voice, this powerful testimony explores the consequences of opening forbidden doors and the hope that comes from closing them in the Lord.

This is just a short poem I wrote and I would really like it if you read it. So pleeeeeease read it!!!

Elliot Bridge is new in town: socially awkward, friendless, and an avid reader, he's not sure how to fit in at a "glamorous Californian school." Callida McAbrams is newly blind, and also newly antisocial. Angry at the world for her unlucky fate, Callie quickly turned into a bitter girl who has no care for the world around her. When Elliot and Callie get paired up for a science project, Elliot befriends her old clique, and Callie meets a girl named Ava, things quickly turn around - but for the better, or for worse?

Imagine yourself on one end of a rope and your worst enemy on the opposite side. You both pull as hard as you can, neither of you budging from your spots. The more you pull away the more obvious it becomes that the tension in the rope is more than just physics at work but pure hatred. What does that hatred become when the rope snaps?