Iridescent Stories

Two balikbayans return to their old province for a funeral-and realize they never buried what they had. One came to let go. The other came to begin.

How lucky I am to see all these different sides of you.

"sometimes i wonder if we have never met in the forest, would i have ever met you?" amoura turns, smiles softly, "baby, we were destined to meet."

Collection of poems, sad and sweet This is an unlimited poem collection I will keep updating poems here, you'll find happy, sad, lovely, cruel poems here. All your teenage emotions written out in one whole poem collection. Note: all images used are from Pinterest they are not mine

|| I'm a thousand colours-- but still, I'm waging a war against b l a c k and w h i t e || ______________ p r i s m s © Aneet, September 2015 lowercase intended

Aesthetic succinct poems written at 3:00am when the whole world was drowsing in utopia universe~ How shattered someone can be, completely shattered yet you are too busy to notice. Or how shattered you are, into fragments of arts yet they are too busy to notice. Isn't it irony, the world we are living?

"And I just believed... if no one ever hears me... why shouldn't write my fears, feelings, thoughts, down? Why don't try to be free? Why keep struggling?" "Why keep that fear of expression that leaves me breathless on my own mind?"

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Luke and his sister Kendall find themselves broke and struggling to scrape up enough money to provide a healthy life style. With their mother frequently on business trips, the two of them are lost and suffering. To rejuvenate their faith, they become active church members. When Luke and Kendall are chosen to go on a church retreat in Honduras, they find their fate.

“I hate colours.” “Do you hate yourself then?” He paused, “I'm not a colour.” I grinned, “well, that's where you're wrong. The thing is, we are all made of colours. We are iridescent.”

im sorry

In a world of grays, she saw color.

In which a girl texts the wrong number.

Things just aren't working out for Emelie Sanders. Los Angeles is foreign to her, the money is sparse and work just isn't what it was supposed to be. You could say that things are going downhill, fast, and when a possible job offer appears out of nowhere, she has no reason left not to take the leap of faith. ***** "The irritation on his face is replaced by curiosity, awaiting my next move. He's rebuilding the tension between us once again, until I simply can't take it anymore. Using all of my Courage, I reach up to close the distance between our bodies and our lips. He too tastes like Courage." - Chapter Twelve, Courage ***** I do not own any of the Smosh members (Mari, Sohinki, Flitz, Wesley, Ian, Anthony, Joven, Lasercorn, Laserbaby (?)), though I do own my OC Emelie and any other made up characters that appear throughout the story. Best ranks: #3 in SmoshFanfiction, #28 in Smosh and #3 in westheeditor (29-05-2018) Copyright © 2017 @BrokenMindsCantDie on Wattpad. All Rights Reserved.

You are an optical phenomenon that I would love to delve into. Optical Physicist Mk × Director Hc

Each poem carefully holds, different shades of my wretched soul Under the lonesome serenity of the night a girl writes and writes a colorful array of thoughts now known as Iridescent Thoughts (All poems made by me)