Insignificant Stories

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

There will always be something you can write, To let go of the pain you've held tonight. And may it be the most beautiful way to channel that pain. In the hope of other people connecting with it. And letting you know you're not completely insane. --------------- I started pursuing more in poetry after listening to a song by Twenty One Pilots called Kitchen Sink. The very lines : "Write something, yeah it might be worthless. Paint something, yeah it might be wordless. Pointless curses,nonsense verses. You'll see purpose start to surface. No one else is dealing with your demons, Meaning maybe defeating them, Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend. " So I started writing. And though it might seem worthless or nonsense, it came from me and my mind, giving me a purpose. And that's all that matters. |-/

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.

I'm Ingrid. Mama always said then what an overactive imagination I had. "Curiosity killed the cat," she'd say in her condescending voice that always reminded me of a swirly slide, but made me want to reach up and grab that stupid throat of hers and just kill the words at their root. I'm glad I didn't. I always was a little crooked in the head too. I didn't have too many friends, and Mama was fine with that. I did have just one, but she wasn't too real. So, when I did talk to Elvira Bea Kirsten, I would get a scolding, and there would come the hurtful words- "Can't you just be normal?" I could see that she was angry with my overactive imagination, and I did feel bad for her. All she wanted was a normal child, but then she got me. Now I've grown out of talking to Elvira. It makes my mother happy- I've grown out of that too. Calling her "Mama." I am 14 now, and I am starting to get really sick of life. Maybe if I hadn't had a mother like her- I used to feel bad for her, but now I realize that she is selfish. Sure, I was always different. But you have to be prepared for that when you're going to go around sleeping with 17 different guys in two and a half weeks- you might just end up with a baby. And that baby might not be perfect. "Curiosity killed the cat," she'd say. Maybe it did, but it also set her free.

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

Have you ever wondered what is out there? What might be lurking in the darkness between the stars? What terrors? How little we know about the universe that surrounds us and our own existence. Compared to the endless distances and giant objects humanity seems insignificant, not even worth a footnote in the timeline of an old and ancient cosmos that has been around long before our ancestors escaped the oceans of our planet and will still be there long after we have faded away. This is a collection of dark poems about life, the universe, existence, and the unknown terrors beyond our imagination.

It is a story of finding the meaning of balance between work and life from the eyes of a millennial. Does it have to be an endless struggle for importance, making an impact and fight to death the right to belong? Society and some of its ways are weird for me and I hope to magnify a perspective of openness to tackle work ethics and why work does not pay in every way.

1. Physically 2. Book 3. Suicide 4. Death of a loved one 5. Being kicked out of home 6. War 7. Lost in the moment 8. Lost in a group of people/insignificant 9. A competition 10. Faking

a story on the insignificance of a human being in 807 words

There's something about living in a world of seven billion people that makes you feel insignificant. Even if there are lots of people around you, somehow you still feel lonely, as if you were almost a shadow in the corner of no one's eye, or a drop of water in an infinite ocean. I've had a hard time coming to terms with this, but there's still one thing that keeps me going: I may not change the world that much, but if I can change just one person's world for the better, every evil I have endured on this earth is worth it.

Do you know about the butterfly effect? It is when something so insignificant as stone being thrown into the ocean causes massive waves further on into the future. I knew that it existed, as things were always changing, but I never knew that me speaking with an old man named Akihiro Aburame would change so much of my future. Or that Himoka had to go away for the day. These are the things that changed my insignificant little life in this big big world. My name is Haruka Aburame, and I am an insignificant blind girl playing ninja in this world of bloodshed, war, and assassination. Life would be so much simpler as a bug. That way, I am equally insignificant to everyone else.

@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

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.