Lonesome Stories

⚠️ WARNING: Highly relatable content ahead. ⚠️ We have all written some truly terrible poetry atleast once in our life. I have written too many of them. An Ode to Bad Poetry is a collection of awkward metaphors, forced rhymes, and chaotic late-night thoughts usually hidden deep in the notes app. It is the song you fixed with poor vocabulary, the conversation about heartbreaks and moving on you had with your friend and the existential crisis that visits you every Tuesday. It is the place where I expressed my most vulnerable thoughts instead of going to therapy and everyday delusions of a non-existent love life. Think of this book as a chaotic group chat with your best friend who isn't afraid to say the absolute wrong thing. Because honestly? Sometimes "bad" poetry is the most real art there is.

[A short story - Completed] A moment in time: reflecting on matters of the heart, climbing out of depression and finding strength for hope. =========IMPORTANT INFORMATION!!!========= If you are reading this story on ANY OTHER platform other than WattPad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to https://www.wattpad.com/story/67735348-lonesome-rising . Thank you. ========================================== © 1992/2017 by Annika Lewinson. All Rights Reserved

Ever felt like you were becoming something you don't want to be? Ever realize that what you were was what you wanted to be all along?

the same thing, all over again.

A guy who I once met now become memories. LOVING SOMEONE ISN'T A BAD IDEA , IT RATHER GIVES US LESSON :) 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎.

Your love is my love. I miss you.

A poor old woman looks desperately for an Old People's home to take her, even though she has no money.

My experience of my visit to a temple during the festival of Dussherra

what a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that she's a stranger.

A mixture of surprising twenties <333

A short poem about a chapter in ones life that surprises the worthiness of love and feeds upon its toxicity. A journey taken to find the the motives and influence behind such a concept, a quest to understand its destructive nature.

This diary contains depressive emotions, I feel basically every day. I am afraid and angry and alone.

When the apocalypse hits one man finds his sanctuary in what was once the busiest place on Earth.

Random thoughts strung in a chain of poetry... Sometimes to stay alive... Sometimes to feel more of it... cover by ©poushalidas

Lonesome poems are the best thing to find hope and freedom. It is where we can truly express our untold feelings. People might look up to you and see how perfect your life can be, the happy family you have, and that they think your only problem is not having one at all. But truth be told, behind those glimmering things, bright smiles, and fancy stuff lies a despondent individual who seeks help and consolation. As the famous saying goes, "You will never know the struggle of a person unless you walk into their shoes" and with that said, never compare yourself to the person you think has it all. It is okay to fall back, let out a cry, and have a breakdown. We are all human and that what you are feeling right now is valid. No one can invalidate someone's feelings for we have different phases, strengths, and weaknesses. Remember: You are a WARRIOR on your battlefield so continue to fight. Who knows, tomorrow we might finally see the rainbow we all have been looking for. These poems I have are the product of my lowest points in life. I hope I can give you all a hug and a console. 🥺

I am alone.

a lone wolf who is mistreated due to his strange fur

Life is calm for a young monk, but when a mysterious woman arrives, he learns the real horrors about his home.