Insignificant Stories

Words are the dim shadows of the forgotten ones, the ones left behind - they are the smiles of the saddened, and the frowns of the kind.

The story of a teenage boy through his perspective of life. And how his world came to an unexpected crash, all in the span of a few months.

Depressing crap, 24/7/365. This book contains all the things I can never say aloud. Enjoy. ^^

A short poem I wrote December 9th, 2019.

I guess this is a book of my feelings. Throughout many days. And I guess you could say that this is my life. That this is how I feel most of the time. Inconsistent writing and updates... Just depends how I'm feeling. Trigger warning: Sad stuff. I just don't want to accidently trigger someone.

who are you anyway?

@poems.i.guess i was bored, depressed and heartbroken (: first three parts are kind of a description of what happens to me when winter is over and i have to say goodbye to my seasonal depression. i always part with my depression with a story or a poem. these are all from the last three years, and i hope you enjoy reading them. i hope they inspire you or make you think, or maybe encourage you to create art? The 4th, the 5th and the 6th part talk about how I got to know this person, the first person that I ever let in completely and thought that I've finally found someone who'll understand me and I finally thought that I was doing fine, but in the end I got my heart broken like never before. i don't know, but i hope it helped you in some way. (: stay alive frens ||-// FPE

This is my first ever project on Wattpad. I have only written a prologue so far but if you think that it seems intresting then please let me know and I will continue writing it.

"You can't let them treat you this way." "I just don't care... anymore."

Six Bullets is a short story following a soldier in war that highlights the unfair and harsh nature of drafting civilians to fight in war.

I'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't gotten me anywhere. I try to keep sarcasm at a minimum, but hey, what can I say, it's hard not to be witty. Or cheeky. Anyways, this is me, expressing how I'm questioning too many things, trying not to be in love, and figuring out how to just be over a 6-month period. Let's just say that "it's coming quite naturally" is an understatement.

Never be ashamed to cry. Always cry. Because crying is a sign of power.

This is my story, Spoken through poems. They're quite personal, so interpretations can be made however. They're all original poems, so please do not repost, plagiarize or use unfairly without asking my permission. I hope you enjoy my work, and please feel free to interpret, give criticism or encouragement in the comments. insignificance.

Random collection of poetry written by me...