Morose Stories

"Another night, a passerby and a glass of yesterday. My mind is shy, my heart is dry; I've drank the glass, I won't be here today." ~ Glass of Yester ~ My poem

"𝙙𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙." ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚; ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

The transformation from child to doll. First: Put patches above the flesh. Second: Fill with magical plush stuffing. Third: Give crystal eyes. Fourth: Take care of them and love them. A child lost within the woods without a clue of a past life or name stumbles upon a weathered house. Merely six, it decides to ask for help to find its parents. A lonely mage opens the door, allowing the child in while making it aware that it doesn't have the mother its searching for. She never existed. What seems normal takes a turn when the child is turned into a doll and the mage chooses to take care of it. The odd relationship of doll and mage lies within these pages. Where are the child's parents? Why don't they have memories but a sense of them? How does the mage know about his mother's nonexistence? Will the immortally childish doll be created? Cover by @-stellae Awards: Winner of the Sweets Awards 2nd in Short Story in The Seraph Awards

Typical sad story :)

A poem dedicated to one of my favorite book characters. The story about his past and what he went through was so overwhelming that I just had to write something about him. (Book - STYXX by: Sherrilyn Kenyon)

texte qui m'est venu quand je n'allais pas bien.

There's a street I drive pass everyday on the way to work with the same name. I can't help but think of you when I see it.

Je me suis donnée un défi : écrire un poème en alphabet, c'est à dire chaque première lettre d'un vers doit suivre l'ordre alphabétique. Difficulté en plus : le poème doit être rimé. Pas facile quand on arrive à la fin de l'alphabet (W,X,Y,Z...).

With a glass of something too strong I try to write to you Ella, I try.

A short poem precisely describing how the author struggles after bidding farewell to a beloved friend

Just poems that I haven't finished yet....

The collection of compositions with absolutely no poetic forms and constritions followed. It is an ENJAMBMENT of daily basis. Only the flow of words, sometimes in waves. But with all time deep sense of meanings and some time of ambiguity too. This collection would service as a MOON in the darkness to the beloved readers

Au BAC de français on pouvait présenter un texte choisit ou même un texte qu'on a écrit nous même. Donc j'ai écrit un poème à cette occasion. Sauf que je l'ai oublié le jour J...

Just some poems I have wrote. Mostly me just venting and maybe the occasional drawing. Sorry. This is yet another mistake along with my existence. But this mistake is going to keep on living. Look up to the sky Where the stars lie But i stay on the ground Because to it I am bound.

unsorted poetry from those middle school days when every glance feels like the end of the world. truly been a while. // Always saw Always remembered Always thought Always been in my heart Waiting to be set free The song never stops Never closes Never ends For the mind never ends

where the mind wanders past 22.00

An experience on the street: endless possibilities, but only one happens. Appreciate life; we each have but one.