Imagery Stories

Up for interpretation.

Lost letters that will never make it to you. (In a weird editing process, please bear with it)

Poem about life inside the little Pink Home.

Poetry dug from my trash bin. ----- © 2026 J. Lee Kennedy. All rights reserved. Cover design © 2026 J. Lee Kennedy. Images used in this work belong to their respective copyright holders and are used under license or in accordance with applicable Creative Commons terms. Edited or altered images are copyrighted by the author in their final form.

In the 1920s, an affluent family throws a masquerade ball at a great cost.

TW: suicide It was raining heavily and everyone had brought an umbrella except the little girl in the yellow raincoat who danced under the cloud-filled skies, splashing from puddle to puddle. The two adults knew she was only young, and if they asked her to stop she might release her tears, so they just stood and watched.

just a ramdom book I decided to write. please just read it. its really short so not to long. let me know what you think!

this was inspired by a picture I saw on Tumblr. it may be a hellsite, but it's not all bad.

Welcome to Megan's thoughts, if you read closely you might relate.

A poem using lots of imagery! Enjoy!

Haiku 7/15/2022 (5 / 7 / 5 syllable pattern)

My poetry is very diverse. This is my first anthology and it has several shades from blue to yellow. The musings of a teenage girl. I commenced with the journey in 2020 and there I am. I am no Shakespeare, no Sylvia Plath. Paper is like a cup to my emotions which flow in the form of words adorned in the form of poetry. There are many things which can't be expressed by speaking simple words but can be felt through poetry. The main theme that reflects in this part is that some things last for seconds but are in your mind for years just like a meteorite takes minutes to hit the ground but that ditch remains for years. My snippets are really lucid to comprehend. HOPE YOU ENJOY READING IT! -Ayesha Xoxo

a book of haikus. an ongoing project that will extend for one year, until there are 365 consecutive poems. started february 5, 2021. discontinued february 16, 2021. restarted june 29, 2021. restarted once again on january 13, 2022.

Crap poetry with existential notes

🌸🐚🎀🧸💗🪞 In this story, I will describe a character who is based off a specific aesthetic. You can recommend any aesthetics that you would like me to write in the comments. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Author's Note: please take into consideration thar I am a beginner writer, and there may grammar and spelling mistakes. if there are any, please inform me, and please be respectful. additionally, please do not comment anything rude or offensive, otherwise I will remove it. 8

Purely so I can use the wattpad edit thing and make them look all aesthetic and put them on my instagram lmao. Instagram is UndecidedMystery if anyone feels like having a gander

What I feel versus what is real

A raw reflection on the enduring ache of love that won't fade, even when told to stop. It's a stuck button, a firework inside, that no one but the heart can manage.