Contemplate Histoires

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

A collection of prose from my notes over the years, subjects ranging from philosophy, love, mental health and more.

"Who are you in your own eyes? Who are you in everyone else's eyes? Now think about which one means more to you."

Always love me some flash-fics; as well as a good SmackDown.

An expository non-fiction that reflects the author's sentiments and realizations upon reflecting years of school life p.s. Photo used for book cover not mine (credits to the rightful owner)

Sometimes I feel like I lose my mind thirty-six times a day. How is it possible to feel so fulfilled in one moment And in the next not be sure of a thing that I say?

Life-long friends rekindling the old flames, which surprisingly survived the test of time. But can both bear the risks?

These are a collection of poems written by me. I hope you enjoy. Some of these are very personal to me Others just speak of human habits Or the world in general. Please enjoy and give me feedback!

A collection within which an attempt has been made to weave such grand concepts as cosmic entities and Earthly splendour with the extraordinary puissance of the human spirit to create a tapestry of poetry. * Winner of the Judges' Choice Award for Poetry in the Wattpad Campus Superwriters 2020 contest. All rights reserved © Smriti Sarma Note: Cover image not owned by the author.

An slightly fictitious account of my journey called life. Read my thoughts on happiness and the real sense of it. We all search for happiness and end up with something momentary.

Sometimes we lay awake at night, thinking. Sometimes the voices in our head won't quiet down once the noise of daily life has gone away. Sometimes all our emotions feel like bursting out of our heads. That is when I write. I write to try and calm the voices. I write to try and find peace. I write in hope that maybe someone else will understand. And maybe that someone will be you. So take a read. Listen to a couple of my late night ramblings. See if maybe you understand, maybe you feel something in my writing. I don't know. Maybe you will. It's up to you.

A brief look inside the mind of guy contemplating his relationship

This is a collection of poems that I always kept in my dairy, afraid of letting the world see it. So this is a flow of overwhelming emotions; love, sorrow, anger, confusion, loneliness, anxiety and all those undefinable flames and pains in your heart and soul.

A poem about a few thoughts about happiness.

Life does not make sense. It's how life is most times. Happiness is sometimes a scammer and only dread treats you respectfully.

She's another lost soul in a city she is most familiar with. Feeling alone wasn't new to her but tonight she's going to change her way of thinking. She chose this time of night to contemplate her being because this was "the only hour in the city with no crowd to battle through." With a metal cigarette case filled with smoke in one pocket and a gun in the other, she will change her way of thinking as she relives what brought her to where she is now.

Alexa Morgan is perfect... or at least that's what meets the eye. However, looks can be deceiving. In reality, she's a young mother, with a secret that's eating her alive. When she ends up back where it all started, and has to face the very person she thought she may never see again, things get a bit hectic. As her guilt builds up, and a moment of weakness allows her secret to get out, what will happen between Alexa, and unknowing baby daddy, Jamison Lee?