Notreallypoetry Histoires

you avoided all of my pieces and just went straight to my heart. but don't worry i'm not heartbroken. because it didn't matter how much you wanted to avoid it, you can't break the heart if you have broken the other layers. that's why i'm not heartbroken; i'm broken. -just a one time thing

Have you waited for someone for so long, someone who you're reminded of everywhere you go, someone you know who will come to you, someone you long for, someone you hope for, someone you miss, yet someone you never met?

my poetry/ thoughts

oh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used to be my darkest mind.

a bit of random. a bit of poetry. a bit of teenage angst.

A weird sort of poetry

Not exactly poetry. Started: July 6, 2016 Completed: August 24, 2016

The dark clouds took my breath but gave me words. Predominantly thoughts. Seldom poetry. A few words. Moments I have kept to myself. Expression that has lead to my freedom. Thank you. These are not parts of a story and they aren't connected. They're mainly what one would write in a diary or something of the like; I wrote them in a notepad and I will be publishing only the ones I feel should be published. The similar ramblings of another author have helped me tremendously and I wanted to do something like they did. You don't need to feel as though they are personal. You don't need to confront me should I know you. You also don't need to think I'm spreading negativity (nor are you obligated to harass me). Again, I think it's good just to feel like you're not alone. If you like a chapter, please give it a vote or a comment. I don't mind thoughts, opinions, corrections, or private messages. If you read this far, you're definitely amazing, lots of love to you! ♡ Without further ado, I'll quit typing this description! c( ⁰ 〰 ⁰ )੭

a collection of poetry that you cant actually be sure is poetry. no im not kidding about that.

just thoughts that run trough my head

we grew up together, but our paths are meant to be apart from each other.

my attempt to be "poetic" without writing a poem

What really happening with one girl...

For some, this may be inspiring For some, this may seem shallow To me, this was what I needed to hold my head up and say "I lived well"

My honest thoughts written in poetry format. Those are usually the thoughts that I had when I was suffering from heartbreaks and love from the same I guy I think I used to like. Hope some of them can relate to you because I honestly think I'm a weirdo for even thinking about that. WARNING: I'm not a professional poet so you'll probably have to expect a festival of cringe from my writing. Thanks for reading!

a random girl writing her feelings about a random boy .

Thoughts, words, short poems and flashbacks: Expression of the soul for those who feel their mouth has been stapled together by society or fear of judgement. A simple girl explaining a deeper connection with the mind and soul, oh, and her demons. It's about words of pain, passion, love and lust, confusion, self harm, demons, insomnia, flashbacks and of course late night conversations with the darkness. Let's just say: It's complicated

Little things I write when feeling sad Thoughts on things no one tells you what to do with