Historias de Exist

This is pretty much just my suicidal/depressed thoughts of when I randomly compare myself to objects at 2am -there may be some exceptions though- I don't really expect anyone to read this so yah :D /\_/\ =| •w•|=

What would you do if you had to live the same day, over and over again, for the rest of your life? For Edith Barker, it was kind of a destructive routine. For James Bennett, it was reasonable insanity.

My life at pages of the diary. Hi, I'm girl who wrote diary abou my boring life and I want you to be bored with my life too. . . . So here I am already boring with my great and fabulous description. I'm not typical, shortly I am 17, play basketball (love every sport at all) and I like to sing (you really didn't want me sing at your birthday party) There's mature button, Yes or No, but I don't really know, right? I don't know what happened to me tommorow (duh). Thanks for your reading, comments and likes (if they exist) :)

I thought I would try something new. Thirteen year old Eden is an outspoken rich boy in River-way, New York. In the year 1240 the world is at peace, or so they thought. Will Eden defy law and family to do what's right, or will he keep his title and stay with the ones he loves?

Free verse poem

This is an ekphrastic poem, which is a poem based off a piece of artwork. this poem is based off my photograph I took

Xyen Flench. An ordinary girl to extraordinary! She never knew. She never believe but one day everything has changed especially her outlook in her new worlds. --jade ams _amsterjade5

I lost my sister on christmas day and it has been hard to deal with, a place to escape and just be myself has great appeal at the moment...

I do not own Pokémon. A Riolu wakes up in a strange world with only the memory of his name and the fact he was human. Follow him through this humanless world as he makes friends and try's to regain his memories. Not my art on the cover read the text under it.

Where i just sort of talk

If poetry is not a flower, how is it still alive? Compilation of small poems a human never wrote. Whether it's sunset or sunrise, winter or summer, dead or alive, allow yourself, not to read these poems, but to feel them.

We can't control the time , Time is worth ! We can't hold it, Poem !!,,

subpar poetry by yours truly. can you even consider this poetry?