Dullness Stories

"When life gives you a piece of paper and a pen, make art" Hello! This is where i put my thoughts. I write when I'm bored and post my "poetry" here :p Feel free to check it out

Poems hold life. Treat them right. Voice of unheard soul. Enjoy reading. Do upvote🙂

a simple book filled with poems and a summary on a shy teenage girl // 2014

Sub-Title: ~When I Met You My Dull Winter Became Bright with Color~ (Somewhat RoyEd) He walks through the cold winter air, thinking about his past lover and how he couldn't find love anymore. He would look up and see dullness in the sky. An endless, blank canvas. When Ed was alive, he could make so many colorful, radiant, and just plain beautiful paintings in the sky. Using the clouds, the sun or the stars, and his heart. He'd pour his heart out telling Ed about how amazing the sky looked. Ed smiled at how creative Roy was. They loved each other. Now, Roy can only see dullness. Then one fateful day he met someone, and his world, became a bit more colorful.

" How beautiful would that evening be Just you and a cup of coffee " Collection of small two line poems about everyday life. I plan to update ten couplets every Thursday. Enjoy! Vote and comment if you feel so. :)

A poem about boredom

i won't stop writing until they stop the bullying

Losing the magic in everyday life

A place of nonsense. Please note that it's not supposed to have a plot.

Hanma Shuji's life was boring, dull, predictable. As he loves to say "without colors". What's the point of fighting if you already know how it's gonna end?

🖤 When all you see is dark When all you feel is dark 🖤

Alivia has a pretty dull boring same old same old life but when someone new comes to town things change for better or for worse.

Abyss --a dark place where we could feel the coldness, the hatred, the dullness, incompleteness. Compare it to what you feel. Do you want to go out or not?

I don't think so that I should be blamed as always.

I've been reincarnated over and over again, so many times. I'm cunning and poisonous, like a snake. That's what I've been told at least. Every time, right before I die. At first it hurt, but I grew numb to it. Why would I care what they say, with their vicious personalities , their cold and uncaring countenences, and their smug women, who cling to them with victorious smiles? If they are uncaring to me, why should I care for them, or what they say?