Lookingback Stories

Ever wonder what it would be like to be the neighborhood fat girl? No, didn't think so. Every school has them. The fat girl that everyone looks past and seldom sees. The girl that is usually the butt of the joke for the popular kids. The girl that wonders what life would be like if only she was normal. But what is normal? Living life as the stereo typical fat girl has been interesting. But, before I cross the bridge to change my life from what I once knew to conquering this life altering surgery for a different ending, I would like to take a walk down memory lane.

A Poetry Anthology .

Hi, and welcome to the book in which I expose things that everyone has done!! I'm just kidding. Maybe . . . Anyways, enjoy!! LOVE YOU ALL AS ALWAYS!!

We all had a lover once including myself. I thought about them, thus came about this poem.

This is my dream journal. THESE ARE REAL DREAMS. None of it is fiction. None of these are Stories. I have really weird dreams that people either have a hard time believing or they don't really listen so the only option i have is to write them down (because i like remembering, even the scary ones). I think they tell me more about myself in a way, about things that i don't realize. You can send me your dreams too I don't care how weird or scary or creepy

I had a nightmare

Should I stay or go back to my real time? With the kindness she gave me, I knew I should've chose her. But what would be the remaining consequences if I stayed? Will I get in trouble or will I get the thing that I've been always dreaming of?

Thinking of him

- store of happenings. (fragments of memories)

This poem is about what I've been going through a little bit with love recently and hopefully it can reach some of you as I make more deeper ones.

Helloo, pretty people! I'm finally back to posting. Today, you're gonna learn a bit more about me, specifically a core memory of mine, albeit it's probably a bit strange from an outside perspective, but I like it either way :3 Its actually the clearest memory I have of my paternal grandma, who passed away when I was still fairly young (about 6-7 years old). RIP, grandma, this is for you <3

She talks a lot , she has a lot to share, she is the voice in my mind on every passing day ~ a collection of brewing thoughts and broken hopes

Maybe I do love myself. Yes, I do....

One-shot about a fiery love........... #2 loveanddeath

When I was born your story began

Time is relentless, ain't it? It flows on, and on, and on -- taking the world with it. Wherever it goes, so, too, do we. But how will you look back on your own precious time? Will you have any regrets? [Old poem with many flaws. Preserved as is for personal future reference.] Full poem + Author's Notes.

Wins and epic fails of a single mom rocking the Covid19 times and trying to live life normal after a pandemic. Highs and lows of our new life... in the USA.

Love: infinitely personal and consistently imperfect. Life: like the seasons, continues to move on; never stopping and always changing. Hope: the persistent light in the dark.