Historias de Iamapoet

Words forged in darkness, wielded with precision

simply poetic

Poetry

A poetic way in every chaos

lol read the title

Philip's life is a mess. His parents recently got into a nasty divorce, splitting his family in half. Philip went with his father, while the rest of his siblings stayed with their mother. Philip had always secretly longed to be an only child, but not like this. Philip struggled with balancing middle school and his home life as he adjusted to living as an only child with his emotionally unbalanced, but loving father. He feels ready to give up. Then one day, he meets an angel. His name is John Laurens. Modern AU, since that's easier to write. Will contain mentions of Lams. This probably isn't going to be a very happy story. Also I'm not sure whether to tag this as fanfiction or historical fiction.

Just a collection of poems that I write in my free time.

Hello. I like write and read poetry. if you wanna make together contact me www.abuhair.cf

Everthing about Bollywood

Yeah, that. nothing else. thanks to whoever did this photo!

My Poetry My poetry is not a work of Fiction It is not stolen or taken from anothers lines I will never stop writing my poetry I will not write around CAUTION cones and do not cross tape I will not limit myself in fear of ruining Someone's perfect image of the world My poems are My thoughts My feelings My good days and bad put on paper These are my stories My memoirs My way of sharing and unleashing The things people said I should be ashamed of People said I would become nothing A nobody Those same people thought They were knocking me down But I started writing when I was weak Putting my poems on paper Ignited me It sparked a flame That helped me find my purpose So when I see them again And they ask me Who I am My answer will be easy I am a poet

A random assortment of rhymes and poems that i make up about life and anything in general.

i don't write very often but it's nice to share some stuff, so don't go raising your expectations. some poetry comes from experiences and feelings and other pieces have nothing to do with me at all; that's the beauty of words.