Jumbled Stories

In which this author makes a tag book cus she doesn't want to overfill her story with tags. A.k.a. a fancy name for a jumble of tags.

Lines with rhymes comes into my mind, I put it here, to let people find. Somewhere, at some point if you relate, Do a favour and tell me, it would be great. I beg you please,not to hate Open for you to leave is a white, wide gate

Can you read titles :/

Random midnight memories and deep thoughts. Rants. True hidden messages for some people but this time they're not from my characters; they're directly from me. A place where I can freely and openly contradict myself. Don't expect this to make sense. -------------------- All rights go to the original owner of the photo.

To tell you how I survived can be difficult. It's all mixed up. My memories smear and ruffle. I can't really see my life in order anymore. The only place I can think to start is here where I am now.

Some kids think that getting up on a Monday morning is difficult. Well, i second that. BUT, Imagine, spending the whole summer at a camp for troubled teens, being assigned to a personal counsler, Falling for him, and then coming back into your classroom on Monday morning only to find that the camp counsler you fell for, is you're new teacher. Yeah. That Monday Just got a whole lot worse.

It's a story that I'm still building up😞 You might love it or not but I really really really 😢 hope you do..............

this is something I've thought about posting for a while. and I ended up doing it because what's in this describes how I feel. and this is about someone and it may be confusing but.. yeah... it's feelings. so it's jumbled up.

A collection of jumbled thoughts and flaws for nobody in particular.

this is my home. a safe place that is my forest. in the middle of it is where shall you find me. there is where i find my peace. maybe, should you find yours there too. // a bunch of compiled thoughts and poems, ranging from themes of attraction to heavy rainy days. this is what happens beneath tall scattered trees.

Spring writes messages for Winter. Winter hides his from Spring. A collection of poems that may or may not be in order. Cover by julixnx-

It doesn't have a description it's just a set of random thoughts put together to make poems I guess

My thoughts that don't seem to fit anywhere else.

Everything I have out there has been through editors and agents and rights and permissions. This will just be a collection of my thoughts- jumbled or organized, edited or unedited. Sometimes a writer just needs a bowl to puke her words into.

Poems, my life, bunch of random stuff. I've always wanted to make one of these books lol.