Cope Stories

'Lovers together, I need her, I need her / I'll feed her, I'll keep her I need her, I need her Work hard, the timing, in hiding, providing. ﹙ ❤︎ ﹚. . . ──── ❪ season 1 ❫ ❪ cody bowman x fem poc❫

Everything that was built up had now crumbled as the gang had lost sunny. Would the group be able to bring themselves together again? Will the truth about Mari come out? - I DO NOT OWN OMORI!! OMORI IS A RPG PHYSIOLOGICAL HORROR GAME THAT OMOCAT CREATED!! - This is my first story, so tips are much appreciated, And yes, I did draw the cover >_< - I will my best to try and update whenever 😻😻 ALSO THIS STORY IS SERIOUS AND HAPPENS DURING AND AFTER THE BAD ENDING!! - This story includes of: Spoilers, Cursing, violence, gore, etc.

Hey there everyone... I'm back with another poetry series... This one... Just thoughts of a teenage girl... Contains every poetry I've written about my own self; till now. This experience is more like the midnight and 2am conversations I had with myself. Words from me, to me. This one's a horror really... I hope you all find it worth the time you give here. New entry every Sunday &lt;3....

Shigaraki hides his coping mechanism from the crew for way too long. AFO gives him a challenge that makes him slip into unhealthy habits. When he goes on a mission to capture Aizawa having not coped or taken care of himself he gets in terrible trouble. What will happen when Dabi's plan to capture Aizawa screws up?

This is a collection of rather surreal poems and writings of mine. Some of them also cut in the horror genre and at times I use written images of gore (I won't ever put visual pictures in this book, it's only written and purely metaphoric but if you are sensitive to written gore or have problems coping with darker topics [such as anxiety, isolation, depression, guilt et cetera] then maybe you should move on to a different book. I use this book partly to vent and to write down some thoughts to quiet down my mind a bit. Which might be a reason why most of the poems are freeverse. So please don't come at me and say that the verses don't rhyme or the metrum isn't right - because that's what freeverse is all about. A poem does not necessarily need to rhyme. :^) Other than that, if you have any thoughts to share or critique to give, then feel free to write those in the comments.

Something to help me cope. I may now publish much and may be little details of my life but I want to share because I think having other people share the pain and knowing we're not alone is a good thing

poetry surrounding unrequited love.

this is my last letter, I hope you know that I tried. I sign my name. It's time.

I have an exam coming up, so what's a better way to spend my time than writing a trashy fanfic. Idk, just... Eren just died after he gave his titan powers to his successor, his husband [Armin] is distraught and wonders how to cope, just a bit.

"And it doesn't really change anything between us, right? We're still a team. Friends." He explained, though that word left a sour taste in his mouth. Friends. Friends with someone you've basically been in love with all your life. Oh, who was he kidding? That was probably the best he was gonna get, anyway. Don't get so greedy, Will. He told himself, but it still felt wrong. A beat passes. Mike shoots him a look he can't really describe. Like he's... unsatisfied? "No, not friends." Mike stares down, avoiding Will's gaze. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- this is fanfiction, i don't own stranger things in any way. The show belongs to the duffer brothers and netflix i guess. this story is only somewhat original, it's just an alternative ending to what we saw, so of course, not everything is mine. this has a good ending, i swear on dustin's mother. a rewrite of the interaction at the tower ("Friends? No thanks. Best friends."), and maybe the whole finale, too. because if denial's a river in egypt, well then i'm moving there for life.

Set of poetic realizations I came across life - Aphelios

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As Aaliyah gets ready and packed for camp she receives a surprise that could bring happiness into her mournful life. During her struggles with her alcoholic mom, tragic past, and high school Aaliyah turns to him to help her cope. Aaliyah finally realizes that she might just be falling in love but is he falling back?

Susan Quince, a church going teen girl, undergoes high school trauma ninth grade year that destroys her childhood friendship. 3 years later is senior. Determined to make this year the most memorable, she is mistakenly partnered with the guy who has ruined her early years of high school, who is known to be the hottest guy in school, the baddest boy delinquent, and her ex-best friend. Christian Anthony. As they reluctantly become close, she uncovers something that shines a light on their past relationship and the traumatic incident that occurred ninth grade. Danger lingers within the walls of Anthony Manor. Christian destroys everything he touches. It seems that faith, hope, and love will be the things that will need to save their lives. Can she save his?

"How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard." ― Winnie the Pooh - A whirlwind of emotions accompanying a loss that is both broad and detailed in hopes that others will connect with those feelings and find acceptance.

a mess of thoughts

Alexis and Jen were the bestest of friends and have always been. They were practically sisters. Except one day one Alexis is completely ripped away from Jen when they get into a freak car accident. Alexis is a complete mess until her mom gives her a journal to put her thoughts in. So she decides to write to Jen and tell what's going on, but then one day she writes back...

muchos hijos de superhéroes en el mundo mas bien muchos superhéroes en el mundo pero no , tenían que escoger a los que daban pena al controlar sus poderes- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- - ¡joder! - gritaba la pelirroja mientras que una fuerte potencia de una clase de humo salia de sus manos y la elevaba hasta golpear con lo alto de una pared.- - y voló-dijo el chico que solía apodarse Dalas , antes de que se pudiera ir la contaría cae del techo para impactar al contrario.-