Imagry Stories

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

2023 for twelve people

Up for interpretation.

And I'm still strong because I know the poetry that brought me down will take me high. So, I spill words hoping one day they'll take me to the sky.

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.

At times we find ourselves entangled in what life throws our way. I wrote this poem when I happened to come across a patch in my life where I felt lost and tangled in its threads, unable to find a way out.

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.

I am truly happy because of you, my fuzzy friend

A story of a young boy named Aston wakes up with no memories, but finds out more about himself that he would like.

What keeps you Cold at Night? The Second Pillar, shadowed, in the First. ~Ongoing Series~ (Pillars of Winter V in progress) *Encouraged order is 1-5* ~These are my first real attempts at poetry; any comments or feedback would be welcome.~

Call me Deivn. I write poems. I hope you love my compositions too. Please don't plagiarize my content. Dm me or comment for recommendations and suggestions. Enjoy!

Mable can't stop thinking about this chocolate brown haired boy with gentle hands and a welcoming heart. She doesn't know his name, but she finds him to be the most handsome boy she has ever seen. Mable goes on with her days to the same secret room. It's in the closet, up the stairs, and hidden from the rest at her high school. The room may be tiny, but her heart sure does express huge amounts of adoration when she uses her paint brushes to paint beautiful pictures. When she falls asleep after school one day, she finds herself in a panic when the time is past seven. However, she finds that she isn't alone, and it opens a whole new door.

Another collection of poems You don't notice it at first. The slipping. The sinking. The needing. One pill becomes two. Two becomes a habit. A habit becomes a lifeline. But lifelines can strangle too. "Poison N Pills" is a raw, unfiltered descent into addiction, pain, and the quiet ways a person can disappear while still breathing.

Poems I wrote that I want to share with the world for some reason. And yes, that cover is terrible, but it's better than nothing.

❝she had a galaxy in her eyes, a universe in her mind❞ [poetry collection]

Running in a dark forest covered by mist, What is she running from? What is that shadow behind her? So... this was just a nightmare I had when I was merely 9 years old. I tried my best to remember the details of it, and at last, that's how it turned out.

a collection of poems