Forlorn Stories

When you feel a little less than you did before

This poem expresses many things like the love of another becoming mistaken for something it wasn't. How can we see the faults in ourselves, correct them, and still love each other in the end? Will we find happiness within hardships or will we fly away to avoid the burden of fighting for tranquility? What will you decide to do O' Crow?

Annie is back! Read along to learn about the next adventures of her life...or, rather, her death....

It's cold, miserable, rainy. So what?

A temporary quarter for those who are crestfallen, welcome.

"There are moods of life you can't understand, sometimes, you'll just feel it."

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Forlorn #2. Vellity Feyre Lazatin is a one hell rebel. She smoke. She drink. She used. Things that didn't fit as a feminine. But behind of being a rebel is a woman who is lost, who just wanted someone to understand her and correct her mistakes. She loves being a black sheep at pinanindigan niya talaga 'yon dahil gusto niyang malaman ng kaniyang ina na kailangan niya ito, but she was all wrong...everything turn out worst. She then thinks that no one would dare to stay with here but then there will always be someone who's willing to take the risk even if it cost a lot.

She's Not my type. She's not genuine and feminine. but something caught my attention and leads my life into fully destruction.. a beautiful destruction. She's an Ordinary girl but NOT YOUR TYPICAL GIRL.

Collected poems about the fall, the breaking point, and the rise of an individual Inspired by true events

Ignorance is never bliss; however ignoring is bliss. But being ignored is the most painful stab into the most delicate part of your heart that it leaves you bleeding and crying. This gives you the Sudden Drops. :'(

I still want the same person who HURTS me a lot. And Love? Love didn't hurt you, Someone who doesn't know how to love, hurts you so bad.

Go ahead, sweet little darlings, and let your cerebral frolic in the fields of Daisy-- ECole789

I tried a hand at poetry. This is what it turned out like. Do tell me if poetry will excuse my attempt at defaming it.

Why is it that after all these days that I've spent miles away from you, I still long for you? Did I depend too much on time alone and too little on the uncertainty of my emotions? So in vain, I lie on the green grass on such a sunny day, waiting to feel the presence of the one I long for, hoping that your shadow will provide the shade. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law.

A poem about a forlorn lover.

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