Bottledup Stories

The story will be two perspectives. will the occasional third. You'll understand more when you start reading. MY BEST FRIENDS LITTLE SISTER MBFLS Derek and Kaden have be...

Everything I need to say but I just can't find the words

(DISCONTINUED) Leila. The most headstrong, stubborn, rude girl the little town's seen in a long time. She knew what she wanted, where she wanted it, and how she wanted i...

You've always been taught to release your emotions. Let them out. But what if you lived in a world like Lucy's? A place where you can bottle your emotions, and donate th...

im just..... i dont know anymore .

A series of poems (+poetic analasis) as I went on with my life. *Contains mainly deppressing poems*

I'll probably use this place to vent about emotions or just to I guess show my story? Anyhow please don't bring any of this up if you know me it's really private..

This is just a little poem a made while I was waiting for my family at a PowerMac store. I felt a little bored, so I thought of writing something on one of the iPads the...

I feel like I keep a lot of things away from everyone and I feel like I should put them into a story so everything you read are actually my feeling that I feel, so I hop...

Some people and things in my life just really piss me off, this is a collection full of those experiences

Hello I'm Lily this is my first story. In this book I'm going to take you through mu life. All names have been changed. Please enjoy my life

Emotions are a tricky thing. They're confusing and fleeting. I want to bottle mine up and put them on display so you can have an insight into my thoughts. Pent up frust...

some poetry for the soul. mostly the things i keep bottled up, with a fear of letting out.

I am, bottled up.

Everything can be put away, whether it's you, your fears your feelings your care anything you want, it's just a matter of time and place.

Why do we put up walls?

A book of thoughts, which we wish and care not to share sometimes, the feeling we do not care to speak out loud.

Dinah Jane One shots of varying types.

I write down in words until it all not longer Hurts

thoughts into words, words into scribbles. copyright © 2014 quixotical [poetry #439/ random #902]