Dismal Stories

A common phrase utilized by many, "white knuckled", but lacking potency due to a lack of understanding. Only the truest distress or most unrelenting fear should call the term to mind.

"The fear of falling apart." Diana lives with her brother. Which is a senior in high school. Diana has done bad things in the past. She has no friends and is often sad. One day she meets this boy named Austin. Austin comes from a abusive family and Diana tries hard to help. Will Diana save Austin? Will she even save herself?

Basically, I'm going to be writing suicide notes for whenever I start to give up on this shitty world. I'm never actually going to commit suicide, I hope. These are just ways to let my emotions out. Because it feels so much better to tell strangers rather than be awkward about it to the people you personally know.

Ngayon, susubukan ko'ng mag sulat kahit alam alam kong mahirap. Isip ang nariyan pero katalinuhan ang kailangan. OA ko. Ge.

This story is regarding an aloof teenager who struggles with her feelings. She lives a pitifully lonely life until she meets a friendly human or is it a human being? Note: Tom is a girl. Waff-cadre is a musical band. The name originated due to the band members liking waffles.

Death is easy, but living is harder. How will you live the rest of your life if there's no reason to stay alive anymore? Take a look at different sides of their family's story. What will happen if you lost everything, the very important things in life? (COMPLETED)

Beauties of Sadness

A short story

A poam by Ramisa Tasnim The promises were forgotten I was left alone in dismal In that fall

A collection of poetry

A short, 5 stanza work of poetry, harboring a meaning, a message, and a story within its lines. These will not be made explicit, for the roots of this poem are for the reader to seek and find, not be told and informed. -Braxton M. Flanigan

Me,samar,laila,kalita and Alin are best of friends since childhood,we attend one of the best school in the country through scholarship apart from alin and Samar. The five of us have different personality but we have something in common which is our passion for music, we began singing since when we were kids and formed a crew named ASLAK. Anina grew up without knowing her father,she was raised by her mum who couldn't provide her necessary needs,she began working in a shopping mall as a sales girl in order to help her mum and provide for her needs,she eventually found the woman she thought is her mother hide a big secret from her which will change her life.

"ᴅᴇꜱᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʟᴀꜱᴛ- ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴄʜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏʟᴜꜱ ɪꜱ ꜰᴀʀ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴠᴀꜱᴛ. ʙᴀʀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴇᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇ; ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇʟᴀɴᴄʜᴏʟʏ ᴅʀᴀᴘᴇ." -- A poem about heartbreak and a lack of love.

The blackness was filling her lungs, choking out every bit of light she had in her. She could hardly recognize her own voice, barely realize that the sobbing, broken sound was hers. "No, no, no, this can't- no, no.. " She felt her heart caving in, crushed by the shock and grief that were drowning out all other emotions quickly and sufficiently, leaving behind a pit of disbelief and dismay. The object of her grief was the cold, lifeless formed sprawled in front of her. She was kneeling in the pooled, crimson blossom around the body, looking like a rose in the field of snow. Her hair was black as ebony, and it cascaded around her shoulders in a cloak of darkness against her pale skin as she sobbed into the silent, winter air. Her eyes were as blue as the summer sky, but spilling with tears that she believed would mever end, an eternal sadness. The corpse in front of her was quite obviously the object of her deepest affection. He was a young man, with a formerly light, now grey, complexio

This is basically going to be a place where I post my i guess most vulnerable thoughts...well not thoughts but writing that was only made through the strong emotions that I have felt during difficult times in my life. I don't really know why I'm doing this but it seems like a good idea so fuck it lets do this. And I don't really have anything else to say really but yeah...

"They were two lost souls In a huge dismal world Onto paper they wrote And these were their precious words..." Copyright © 2016 by Jhayd Lauren [All Right Reserved] #ProjectYou

A few poems that depict my feelings from a far off time that I still struggle to cope with today. Some may be fun, others funny, and some are even dark. (I've not compiled all of my poetry yet so I'll update as i find them. I'm sorry. I hope you guys like them.)

Idk what exactly this is, just a load of all the things that make me feel so sad all the time?