Meaningless Stories

A story of a hell of a ride, that twists with darkest, despair, meaningless, lost, horror, feared... But there's only one chance in the life of Jigoku City... Hope... And we got some determined souls still left in this fucked up world... Well it's time to buckle up and enjoy the ride as we take on this hellish world together... Are you ready?

Those lines were meant to be hidden Loss griefing over a loved one That's no longer here Pure raw emotions They can be read in any order I don't use AI or anything else I write straight from the soul Raw feelings that pour out without control My lines may remind you about the old poets For I have read and learned and fathomed from the greats old poets from the beginning of time To all the lost souls out there who have somewhat found a way to these lines that I share with you unwillingly For these lines are meant for old souls that are trapped in a young body in modern times

My life? it's pretty much a long and sad joke. long story short I broke up with my boyfriend, he was just to much to handle. We didn't stay friends to long, he started fucking the biggest bitch I know and apparently their "happy" whatever. That relationships more of a running joke to all of us. But that's not really the point. I don't care about anything anymore, I don't want relationships. Relationships are meaningless, I'm in it for the fun. Couple make out sessions at a party and then I'm off and onto the next guy. Don't get me wrong though, I'm not a slut. I refuse to sleep with anyone in account of the whole sex thing being gross. I prefer make outs, it's just enough to get you through without going anywhere far. Plus it's fun to see the guys all hit and bothered after I walk away. Guess you could say this is the life, I don't like being tied down and I won't be ever again. It's not as bad as some might think. Not saying it's ideal, but it's a hell of a lot more fun than actually dating. I guess no one is gonna compare to my ex, I still love him. At least that's what I thought.

So............... One of my New Year's resolutions is to write a poem everyday and I thought that a good way to keep it is post the poems I've written at the end of each week so I hope you enjoy these poems and thanks for your support. 28th December 2014-30th June 2015

Venting out my emotional roller coaster I call life.

I have this friend, and we talked once and I said something along the lines of 'I would be at my peak if someone published a book and dedicated it to me or wrote a fanfic about me' and this friend agreed. Sadly this will not be a fanfic about them but, I asked a couple people about a poem I wrote and they said it was good, so here I am on this app writing poetry. In each chapter will be a different poem, they could rhyme or they could just be me feeling happy or sad that day and comparing my emotions to things like the sun or a song or my dog's eyes. I will try my hardest to write what i feel is best and understandable. I would like to formally dedicate this book to my good friend, Cadence Vaughn.

"Kuch shabdon ki roop nahi hote Kuch roop ki Shabd nahi...."

There is so much things I want to say. From the randomly strange but oddly funny to the the most frightening things I can't seem to get away from. These aren't just my thoughts. It's pieces of my soul.

This is a random stream of consciousness (sort of) i did one night, very late, regarding deep emotions and the meaningless of life. Cheery, i know.

More than words, that is what they are. Pictures can tell a thousand words. Well, words can tell a thousand truths.

You know those weird, meaningless thoughts you get when you're on the bus, or in the shower, or when you really can't sleep? I decided to write mine down.

I don't even know, do people actually read these?

I just realized I've had Wattpad on my phone yet barely used it. So I suppose I'll add this random short story (unfinished, of course) I wrote in 7th grade for people to cringe over.

Here lies ancient rhymes, of future times. where lines bend and transcend. the mind meets its end. so come with me now and descend into hidden realms cryptic words and shimmering thoughts that do rend what is real and what is not. here lies worlds memory has forgot.

work from when i was always sad heh,,, i'm keeping it cuz it's memories but it's embarassing heheheh

I am Human. We all are. And I can't bare to see others upset. But I can bare myself to be. I work on sentimental and heart warming poems, along with expressing how I feel in life.

This book will be the most random of random you will ever see.

Part by part, let us slowly wander into the depth of a person's heart. A heart that longs for rest, heart that always end up puzzled, and broken. And sometimes it feels like it's not right to call it heart, life, or love.