Expression Stories

To anyone who stumbles upon this, I hope my words bring you solace. You are not alone. As cliche as it is to say this, we are all in this together. That being said, if my writing is incoherant, this "story" is a work of self-expression. I will not strive for perfection, nor clarity--and honestly--neither should you. Let your art be messy; let your art be authentic. As long as it comes from the soul, I do not see a problem. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments section. Let us be there for one another. Thank you for taking precious time out of your busy life to hear my voice.

Astrid Mikaelson the original Tribrid or Hela Mikaelson is what everyone whispered in the streets out of fear of her hearing them. She was the only triggered witch among her siblings before she was turned into a vampire. She was also the twin of Niklaus Mikaelson making her the most powerful being on the earth a combination of all three species. (This story is a extension of my Rebekah Mikaelson story) (2/3 Books) (This show is a fanfic of The Originals all rights belong to the creators of the shows)

Me - just me

Thoughts and desires will surface in the pile of poems I want to tell about. In this poetry of mine, you'll see the beauty of words from inside.

These are poems I created in my head. They are about real events. They are words or anything I don't say out loud. Trigger warnings include: mention of depression mention of anxiety mention of suicide mention of bullying mention of ableism mention of abuse (sexual, verbal, emotional, etc) and trauma mention of panic attacks if you're uncomfortable with any of these, please read something else for the sake of your mental health and safety. Because I want to say that...you're not alone. Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment and vote, no pressure. Please don't steal my poems and certainly don't put them through AI. These poems are created by me. PUBLISHED DATE: 11th March 2026

My heart is open to the future and I know very well that Jesus has to be in it.

An expression of order and chaos. Overthoughts, if you will. Silly rhymes at unusual times but I hope you're fine with these words of mine

The wandering thoughts and feelings of GT-EXTACY

Sebuah sajak isi hati dan ungkapan

Expressions of the self. 🌹

If you are lost, here is where you won't find your path but you'll encounter the closest description to how you feel. Or I feel. Maybe this is a cry for help, company or mere comprehension. But above all, This Is Art

clear your mind, for a minute . . . let your senses inhale---breath in, and hold---this air, saturated of these words---of mine. Smokestacks ECole789

just a little bit diff, maybe crazy too. (continuitation to the title btw) so im js a 17 yr old trying to reclaim her rotted brain back - ill continue writing even if there are 0 reads, 0 upvotes or anything. this is js a collection of my thoughts and feelings - diary entry for the public to read and find solace in it. i've been watching yt philosophy videos and consuming content for a long time now - long enough to feel like i've lost the ability to have my own thoughts. it hurts having no original opinions and end up believing everything i see on the net. from ideas about life itself to what sabrina carpenter represents as a pop star or how shady taylor swift is (i love her music btw and i was trying to find smth good that would narrate me about her life story but hell naw yt ended up showing me a video about how she is not exactly how she presents herself.) (i wrote the description before the title itself cuz maybe i js lack the skill of coming up with something creative.. and also im writing this at 1 am soo yk this isnt exactly happy stuff.)

As the last man on earth, Earl is left to maintain his sanity in a ruined world. Falling deeper into the rabbit hole of his memories, he turns to a single, used journal to cope. Filling it with words and poetry, he manages to find stability through self-expression. A poignant story of life, death, and mental health, I intend to explore these issues with a touching honesty, motivated by my own experiences with the subjects. This is my first writing project in a long time, and what I have posted currently is not yet edited. I will attempt to polish and revise it and continue to release more content.

The Realization of a Truth hidden beneath the surface of Love

A collection of random poems that emerge from the synthesis of a coping mechanism and writing practice.

This is a self expression story.

Random poems that don't fit the themes of my currently published collections.

I am just a regular person, writing irregular poems. Read at your own risk.