Grasp Stories

Poem about trust and letting people in:)

When Josh is an elevator with Jennifer the tension grows. He really can't help himself, he is full of butterfly's and anxious. While Jen is nervous and left feeling awkward and confused. Will Josh be able to get Jen in his grasp or be left all alone?

i cannot grasp them so i write them down /intended lowercase/

- 𝙼𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝙼𝚢 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 - 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜/𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚜 - 𝚂𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝙿𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝙵𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜/𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚜

a statement and lesson to those who seek nothing but peace and beauty even if you are born with no opportunities you are underdogs and will rise higher than any person can ever rise.

These are all my personal poetry pieces. Enjoy.

To those who waiting to grasp soulmate

Year XXX9, humanity now are on the brink of extinction. Vampires have wiped out nearly 3/4 of the human population. Slaying and sucking each of them dry, they invade each city. One by one. Now only two major cities are remaining, and they are preparing themselves for the attack of the vampires. Known to be cunning and manipulating, the vampires have the ability to drive a human insane - they enjoyed seeing weak humans fight against each other. However, the last vampire attack was a thousand years ago, humans are now no longer as uptight about vampires and they have strengthened humans over time as well as their military power urging families to have more children to make the population grow a bit more. Twelve year old Vincent Haye, witnesses the vampire invasion after a millennium hibernation. With his best friend Jack killed right in front of his eyes. Vincent and his family was forced to escape to the other city where the vampires had not attacked yet. Upon hearing the sorrowful cries from Jack’s mother Vincent swears to take revenge. Little did he expect his companion to kill the vampires is a vampire herself.

"No. Seriously, what's up with dreams" "You won't ever know if you are dreaming the dream or if the dream is dreaming you, right?" -- So she thought the dreams mean nothing. After all, if the "something" was inconsistent, it would be safer to assume "nothing", right? Living in a "reality" of what was actually illusions, she could only trust herself to know the truth. What will happen when the truth reveals itself? What will happen when she realise that she, herself, is nothing more than a dream too? [probably will never complete so I'll mark it as completed]

It's in our blood, it's in our hearts... can we forgive, it's tearing us apart.