Freeyourmind Stories

This is my latest poetry book that contains the word freedom. What is freedom? What does this word mean to us, who are struggling with certain situations that affect us here and now? Is freedom a positive word, or a negative word? See yourself and find out.

you're so popular, have you noticed? everyone knows you, yet no one likes you. you're the friend of a friend that tags along and doesn't know when to head home. you're not human--in every possible meaning of that word. so, forgive me for the bad language. dear insecurity, f**k you. where i write to my insecurity.

Read along as I talk about my mindset of how I feel daily. If you feel the same way you are welcome to chat me on here <3

never demotivate yourself, thats the least thing you can do in life

about a girl who's always in her sisters shadows but doesn't mind. until a boy pulls her out.

I hear rhymes in my mind, all the time. Hope you enjoy a piece of my mind :)):)

Angles and Levels of Perception 34

poem

Don't be afraid to say what you've been dying to say.

"She swoons over fictional characters and he can't sleep." Monday always comes into Cafe Au Lait at nearly midnight for some coffee and a good book. She's never been that great at speaking to people but throw in the sleepy and rather cute Barista named Bryce manning the counters at that ungodly hour, makes the shy bibliophile and the sleep deprived barista, nothing short of beautiful.

atelophobia (n.) the fear of not being good enough. in which, a girl saves herself from herself.

Poetry ; rosalie has a beautiful name, too bad she doesn't see herself that way.. • highest ranking: #405 in Poetry - 06/21/18 COMPLETE ✔️ //character moodboard is made by @scrappily

❝ − It's a terrible thing, the destruction of words.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

"sometimes being free means choosing to stay." Haley Sloane Wilder is ready to leave her hometown the moment her bank account strikes the right digits. With a year left to reach her goal, Haley is barely hanging on as she struggles to live in this place deep rooted with a burning past. But sometimes, it only takes one person to change the whole town. And perhaps, a certain boy called Declan "Matt" Reeves might do just that.

A diary of our worst thoughts

/ A collection of poems/ They have lit me up like cigarettes, their words like fire, burning be down to ashes. From ashes to dust, they have burnt me alive, turned me to a toxic waste. -a.d.

Mr pilot sir" he says and I scoff, is he for real? "With due respect," he continues , "You will please turn the plane around immediately or someone will die, this is a hijacking." Moses' bones", I think to myself, "I'm going to die" ... A small plane. A Hijacker. 5 people. Nothing is ever as it seems. No one has a name. No identity. Nothing is sure. Not even reality. Completed 14/10/2017

Alyssa Marks can't seem to let go. Warning: I wrote this when I was 13/14 and have done minimal editing since then, but that doesn't mean you should hold back any constructive criticism to spare my feelings. Fire away:) Also, I am currently rewriting this. In all honesty, this is rewritten draft #4 of the story and am planning on posting the final draft (yes that would be the 5th version of this story) by the end of July 2018. This book is very personal to me and parallels my own dealings with grief. I just want it to be as close to perfect as possible.

Poetry from the roots of my heart.

❝Seduce me with who you really are.❞ ↠ All rights reserved. o p t i c a l i t y | 2021