Failing Stories

My beautiful people out there, My writings are just like life is. It will be full of up's and down's and different kinds of perspectives. Every chapter is unique by it's own and the style can be very diverse. Some of my poems are in german, but you'll regognize that by the title. I hope that you can find yourself in some of them and I'm really excited to learn more about our similarities and our differences. side note: Creativity decides when it wants to visit me, so probably my publications won't be consistent. Hope you don't mind.

"-he deserved it. He shouldn't've hurt her. In fact, he deserved way worse," a voice whispered. I know that voice. I peaked around a willow tree that was blocking my view. The figure was facing away from me, kneeling a little to the left of a small, heart-shaped plaque. He was about five feet away from me. He slowly placed a fresh rose next to one that looked a little older. "I'm sorry for getting in trouble, Syd. I promise everything will be OK. I'll see you tomorrow." He slowly got up and turned towards where I was hiding. His swoopy black hair looked like he had been running his hands through it, and he looked a little sad, like the last time I saw him here. I was so mesmerized by his face, that I didn't realize he had closed the distance between us. He reached for something on the other side of the tree and I did the first thing that came to my mind. RUN. Run like hell.

A story of my life,my friends, my moirail,and my school. I might update I might not. It depends.

I just started my first job at a pizza place and these are stories that are probably really uninteresting, but are mildly amusing to me.

Idk what to call these. It just gets late i start writing and then there here so ya enjoy if anything doesn't make sense thats cause its 1 am so...ya Some may also be dreams that i have

The cold barrel of the pistol being pushed against my skull chilled me along with the terrifying reality that just hit me. This was the end, not only of my life, but the poor people that put their lives in my hands. I wanted to scream, to tell them I was sorry, but I couldn't. I was frozen, stunned in fear, simply awaiting my death. I could hear the sound of my soon to be killer pushing their finger on the trigger, signalling that it was my time to die. When I die the last hour will be destroyed; it wasn't long before I heard the loud bang of the gun firing. Goodbye world, I’m sorry for failing.

Hell is a teenage girl

A Short poem that came out of failing to find the words to describe an intense feeling in that moment .

A Collection of my poems. Some are better than others.

hi. anyone is welcome to read. if you don't like reading it, dont read.

:3

A poem about death.

He keeps failing test after test, so why can't he pass this one? Just one time of pure joy would be nice. --OR Giyuu and his failing grades.

i am here to help girls with boys and bitches that think they are tuff shit! i love you♥♡♥

The mistakes we keep on making over and over again. And how they makes us lose our confidence.

Chloe wants to be the best gymnast, but she is in middle almost in high school. Can she balance everything like she's on the balance beam?