Historias de Lookingback

***JUDGES PICK OF VERSIFICATION 2023 *** "you push and I pull. skin to skin. scars blend and bleed. attached til we die. will I finally escape before it's time? reflecting what's inside. stars will have to align. until then, it's you and I." Here's my entries for verification! Let's see how this goes. I don't know if the title or the summary poem will go alongside the poems. But yeah, it wouldn't be me if didn't though.

Poems of lost love, friendship, and love letters.

[Completed] 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. I don't know how else to say this, but... 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝𝐬; 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬. "...I don't know where I'm going... 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝... - "𝘐 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯." -- "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦." ...𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧. ...I feel like I've lost my life." __ It's Raining Outside is a collection of 44 poems written about struggling with mental health and feeling different while overcoming change in young adulthood. I wanted to share my story through poetry and narration. Everything is very, unknown and intense, but I like it as it really helps me cope through life. I hope you can enjoy these poems too!

Life has been hard for the old Lutinute coronal David Emerson. When a curious young kid pays attention to his homeless self while others passing by ignore him, he starts to relay to this kid the story of his life. Doing so he hopes to make a difference in her life. Even if only a small one. He hopes to teach her that the greatest thing you can ever do for anyone is to serve them. Whether you are laying down your life for them or shinning their shoes. I do not own the cover picture I it got off Google the photographer owns that. I don't know who the photographer is.

This story is about a woman who reflects on the events that she's been through, throughout her life.

A grown woman looks back on her life and wishes she could have done it another way, and now she can. When she was in her teens she tried to kill herself. People know she tried, and she hates the gossip. Yet again she falls into depression. She tried to end her life for the second time. The weird thing is she wakes up as an 16 year old girl again, a few days before her suicide. Every time she dies, she wakes up on that same day. It seems like she is stuck in a loophole. She is really trying to live and be happy, but it is harder than she could possibly imagine.

Hllo! This is a oc x steve harrington fanfic . I hope you enjoy it thank you.<3

A collection of poems and short notes, that I want to share with the world. Consider it as a part of me. It's unbelievable to think there could be atleast someone who would relate to what I create. I'm updating once in a blue moon, only when the mood kicks in!

I've always had a love for poetry and used it as an outlet for my struggles as a teen in todays world. when the silence becomes consuming I let my words fly through the air along with the whispers of the wind.

Barely a month after everything, Thaddeus finds himself back in the park that held such a vital turning point in the war. ~**~~**~~**~~**~ Entry for @Contests #36th Weekly Wattpad Contest. Highest Ranking: 2 in #aftertheend as of 20 March 2019 3 in #lookingback as of 22 March 2019 Published on 27 February 2019

Thinking of him

What is a savior really?

each chapter is just whatever I could copy and paste from my back catalogue of barely touched drafts

When did it begin? No rich parents. No backup. No safety net. Just a scratch. Poverty, to be exact. I thought my journey would be successful. I wasn't there yet-but I was almost there. Then things happened. Was it karma? A sweet revenge? I tripped. I got lost. What was I supposed to do? I'll start again. From the bottom. I was almost there... But something happened. Something that changed my life. A mistake. A failure. Stupid. Here I am. This is my journey- A journey to becoming a failure.

All the poems that seem to be devoured by oblivion; disdained by the muse yet remains loyal to its emotion. Quill is a collection of poetry I wrote in mid-2016 to early-2017. The persona explores odes to a muse that may or may not know him for who he is.

all the songs I've ever written. Some aren't relevant today.

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

Samaria and Shiloh were a written in the stars even though they are completely different. Samaria is apart of the popular group. Her best friends are cheer leaders, football players and class council members. She's different than all of them because she doesn't see the world as some people are better or more superior than others or people of certain status are more important. To her, everyone is the same and everyone should be treated nicely. Shiloh is a loner. He sits at the back of the class asleep most days. For lunch, he sits outside by himself and he doesn't ever talk to anyone. If someone is talking about him, he usually ignores them unless they get brave enough to talk about him to his face. The most people at school have ever seen him do was get in a fight which is what he does most days. Now enter the Princess into the loner boys life. Everything changes and nobody expects to see them two together.

Scarlett and her friends have always spent every fall at a family farmhouse for as long as they can remember up until the year they turned 16. That year was different, but not only because a new comer tagged along. That year was fill with a different type of fear than what they used to always experience. This story functions as a moment Scarlett looks back at that one year where everything happened, now fifteen years later when things finally fully unfold. Note: I wrote this story for a contest where I had to create any story that started with the line "Are you there, God? It's me..." And I had to keep the word limit under 3000 words. I apologize if the ending seems abrupt, but as I said I had to keep this under 3000 words. I may end up adding more later on to fully finish it. I hope you enjoy!