Imagery Stories

A collection of poems I wrote with random thoughts or not :) Written by @i_yeeted_cheese

I wanted to resonate some undefined emotions that ain't as tacky as a word. A small collection of poems I wrote when I could not sleep. Or (mostly) of my personal experiences.

POEMS!!!- No one is alone in this world, at least entirely alone. We all have our own kind of hurt and pain, but not everyone talks about it, not everyone shares. Let me walk you through some real topics; things you may be familiar with but i'll be sharing them through my poems....... THANKS FOR CLICKING!!! You can support me by leaving a VOTE on my pieces and COMMENT on any that you like, i love to hear other people's thoughts on my work!!!

Unlike my other collection of poems, these were written with anything but a lot of thoughts :) Written by @i_yeeted_cheese

I write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger warning on them but it's up to you. _______________________________ [110119] Published

A collection of poems by me.

so... who even are you?

As I wander through time while wearing my heart on my sleeve, I often catch myself falling easily. Therefore it breaks easily because I trust, you guessed it, easily. Don't worry this isn't about my repetitiveness, although you could say it's similar to the story's I tell.

December feels like a doorway a soft place where the year gathers itself and asks what we learned, what we carried, what we survived. These poems are pieces of my journey : the warnings I ignored, the devotion I misplaced, the victories I didn't see coming, and the quiet mercies that held me when I didn't know how to hold myself. This is my year, unfolded in poems faith, fragility, obedience, and the gentle ways God stitched me back together one lesson at a time. If you've walked through a year that stretched you, maybe you'll find yourself here too.

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

Highest rank of #3 in poetry. A collection of my best poems picked from my poetry albums 1-6. © 2019 Billy Waugh

"i just sat there, coughing frightful swans birthed from milk grapefruit flower love to swim in the pools of midnight, as you (with your fingers slightly touching mine) charmed the half-crazed moon with a rare rosen wine berry into what we were: a 2am conversation." 》fifteen poems from the love-sick girl 《 ♡lowercase intended ♡completed

This book is a collection of all the poems, eye bouquets, etc. that I have written or enjoyed. Please comment and please tell me what you think. I wrote this in middle school so please take that into account. Eye bouquets are for blind people that did not start out blind. They are meant to remind that person of everything that they loved seeing. If you have a poem that you want me to include, please tell me in a comment and please list the author's name and the name of the poem. Please remember that I will list the name of the person who commented right along with the poem. Even though most people are honest, I don't want to get in trouble for plagiarism. I don't own the pictures and if I do own one of them I will mention it before the poem. Some parts (around the late 30s to early 40s chapters) may be triggering read with care.

This is the symbolism of life, love, and hurt. When brain can't tell anything, the words will be the right way. The poem will be the teacher, and you will be the seeker.

The blood of my words will leave marks on the world. A poetry collection written entirely by myself. Take a dive into my thoughts, I promise they don't bite. Each chapter is its own poem, so start where you'd like Let me know how these make you feel😃

This is a poem I composed about the meeting of the sun and the moon and their coverstion during an eclispe. You all know that according to Indian culture and Japanese mythology, when there is an eclipse happening people are not advised to look at them. Did you ever wonder why? It is said by legends that when the celestial couple (Moon and Sun) meet nobody is supposed to disturb or look at them. This poem that I have composed narrates the coversation they have (It's an imagery). I would look forward to your opinions and reviews dear readers💜!

A collection of poems with the imagery or feel of orange.

Hello? It's me! hi! haha anyways so yeah this is something. yeah exactly. Something, that is what iv'e decided to name it or maybe i could name it as 'chicken nugget' lol no i would not. So basically this seems like a safe place where I can write down my OC's and their charecteristics and about them or maybe poem about them or shot stories, i mean yeah you get it basically anything and everything that i dream to write about... and this sounds super awkward so i'll just stop.

Stories I have left covered in dust for far too long will have a chance to rejuvenate here. I'll dedicate each chapter to one of you guys. If I made a grammatical error or something, don't be afraid to tell me. I'll be happy to fix it! If you want more writing from me, check out my spam book in chapters 10, 38, 47, 51, 59. There are various of vague reasons why I didn't add these works to here, (most of them lacked a story, I suppose) but I'll add more like them to here in the future if I happen to write it.