Futile Stories

the futile existence of an outlandish specimen drifting in life without a final destination *dont expect consistent updates

Ce n'est pas une histoire. Simplement un aperçu de ce qui se passe dans ma tête. Le jeu de mot avec l'image est simple. Je ne parlais pas des fleurs. Pas des "pensées". Mais plutôt des pensées. (Oui ce jeu de mot est de type merdique)

a poem about futility of life.

Many angels and demons fell in the wars this is a story of one who was nothing but became the one to end of it all A being who is taken by darkness and he uses it to his advantage to becomes what god fears

A book about a girl trying to find peace.

Poetry for those who who like deep works, with twisted stanzas and what not. It includes a bit of poetry for a variety of types of people. Whoever likes it, please leave me your thoughts...

This collection emulates the feelings that engulfed me when i first met a person who i regarded as my lover. It's a work in progress

Looking for one amusing yet inconspicuous book? Made with pure non-sensible grammar and bad vocabulary. This book will help you feel good about yourself.. If you think I'm lying, GIVE IT A TRY..

This is not a story, it is a collection of poetry, written by me. Be warned: this poetry isn't for everyone. But it was written cuz I like writing, not cuz you like reading. :)

"People say the eyes are the gateway to the soul. However, when I look in the mirror, all I can see are pitch black, soulless orbs staring back at me. A monster, an ugly face, reflects and I wonder. Is that really me? I strove everyday to prove the mirror right. The mirror must have reflected my true self. Or so I thought. When I finally became the soulless monster I wanted to be, I realized that I lost who I was, my individuality by doing so. As I trailed my fingers along the glass, "I" moved within the mirror. I stared in horror as the insane figure in the glass pointed her finger at me, and laughed. "I" said, "I never liked you, with your ebony black eyes and pretty face. Made me so jealous. Then you saw me. And you wanted to become me. I got what I wanted. No one should be as perfect as you were. I can now proudly say I am you." I fell to my knees. The mirror had lied to me. I became what I swore I wouldn't become. I had conformed. I became a monster that was so adamant into believing that I should be "me" that I lost sight of who I really was. To the outside eye, I was perfect. However, inside, I knew I was broken and gone. I was gone, replaced with "I." A soulless monster. And to this day, I always wonder. Is who I am now the true me? Yet all I can answer was, the world had lied to me, my mirror, my gateway to the soul, has lied to me. I can no longer be me. The moment I realized that, I decided that in a week's time I would jump off the highest cliff. A fitting death. As I plunge down, I'll be meeting "me" through the reflection of the water, and the other side." People from all over the world, tried to get what they want, to strive to be the perfect person within the mirror of the mind. The beautiful, confidant, sophisticated person they want to be. However, by trying to reach there, they lose themselves. For what they see in the mirror is dark mist, an illusion that blocks their true selves. Mankind strives for perfection. Is it truly worth it?

"Humanity is known for many things, by humanity itself. Wonders such as modern medicine, advanced speech, diverse body types, culture, architecture, and scientific discoveries to name a few." There are many stories about the end of the world, there are many about Zombies. But there's never been one quite like this. Four teen boys are flung into a forced alliance when the world goes down, leaving an alcoholic, a bitter failed athlete, a moody vegan, and a cheery cannibal to attempt to lead the way to their survival. This creative mess revolves around a whole new outlook on the portrayal of Zombies, and plays on modern standards. Can these boys ever be happy? Will a one sided love ever be pursued? Will they survive?

This is a poem i wrote using a quote for inspiration: 'You can bail water 24/7, and no matter how good you are at not sinking, you still have a hole in your boat.' and trying to replicate the structure of Tennyson's 'Splendour Falls'

The Ashes of Eldoria Brotherhood was their strength. Betrayal became their legacy. When the great kingdom of Eldoria begins to crumble, two royal brothers stand at the heart of its fall. Kael, the warrior prince, was born to defend the realm with honor and steel. Auron, the younger, wields his power through wit, charm, and whispered promises. Together, they were destined to rule a golden age-until ambition turned brother against brother. As shadow and fire consume the kingdom, loyalty is tested, alliances shatter, and a blood moon rises over a land drowning in betrayal. In the ashes of their bond, one brother must decide: will he save Eldoria, or avenge it? An epic tale of love, power, and ruin-where the deepest wounds are carved by those we trust most.

My Soft Chaos is a collection of bruised truths and burning softness poems that wander through ego, ache, love, and everything unnamed. Penned by Mehar, a soul stiched from silence and storm, each verse holds a fragment of my chaos gently unravelled. This is not a cure. It's a mirror for those who feel too deeply to speak.

Poems about once unrequited love to now requited love... *(2015). It contains the 20 Answers to 20 Imaginary Questions Challenge.