Numbness Stories

a bit of poetry which i hope you might find solace in

These poems live in the space between breathing and being alive-about loneliness, endurance, and the ache to finally feel free enough to live.

Though I wish I could tell you my writing is about rebirth, or bittersweet diary entries, or even just the feeling when the sun hits life perfectly-I can't. I can't because my writing features what an underdeveloped mind looks like when socially isolated and left to its own devices. My writing shows life through the filter of reality and nothing more.

❝Fuck I don't think I can keep up this teasing game any longer, baby. ❞ He whispers into my ear, his hot breath on my neck, our bodies pressed against each other under the hazy lights. [ Currently playing on Yeona's iPod ~ Like Crazy - Jimin ] ☆☆☆☆☆ ☆ 80s inspired Locations: ☆ Serendipity, a nightclub ☆ Rollerdreams, a roller skating rink ☆ numerous rooftops ☆☆☆☆☆ "Jimin are you ok? You look really tired." "Sweetheart, I know exactly what could fix that." "Jimin when will you get it in your head that your flirting games will never work on me!" "Oh baby I knew the moment we made eye contact in the interview room." ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ ☆ short chapters Play the official playlist for the perfect aesthetics while reading (found in intro) NEW CHAPTERS UP V SOON. SAVE TO LIBRARY FOR UPDATES♡♡♡

LIPSTICK TASTES LIKE MISERY is a one-page poem-book of dark romance steeped in celestial residue-light after the fall, wings implied by absence, love shaped by gravity rather than salvation. It follows a speaker who stays just long enough to wound and a woman whose presence feels mythic without needing a name. Desire here is intimate and dangerous, charged with erotic proximity and emotional numbness; kisses taste like confession, sex becomes a threshold where devotion turns to consequence. The poem explores withdrawal as mercy, love as a force that injures by staying, and the quiet cruelty of leaving to protect what you cannot heal. Sensual, restrained, and devastating, it treats intimacy as ritual and distance as its own kind of violence.

Sometimes you feel like you aren't good enough, that the people around you are bothered by you. you feel like a burden to all the hearts which you want to protect. This poem is about how I personally feel as a burden to everyone around me, how I feel when those hearts which mean the most to me treat me like I don't exist. Also, Apologies, I know I'm not good at what I'm writing, But I am trying to improve.

This is a series of poems I've written that talk about depression, anxiety and other things involving mental health. Read with caution, I brutally honest with my words in these poems. It is not my intent to trigger anyone. I'm going to be talking about a lot a different sensitive comments. feel free to message me if you want an outlet to talk.

A freestyle writing book that contains personal experiences, encounters, thoughts and ideas. Fijian/Pacific Islander story. Ranked no.19 for Fiji

Just what I'm feeling... What I can't say out loud I guess...

Toji x Female Y/N Y/n had been through a lot in her lifetime. Through her experiences, she had met and made people she wished to treasure, and others she couldn't wait to forget. Toji Fushiguro definitely fits into the latter. A.k.a where the author is coming to the realization that non of the jjk characters would be good in relationships so decided to write about it.

Just something I wrote when sitting in an airport after my first time getting my legs and face waxed. This is just my experience embellished and dramatized. TMA and WTNV were at the back of my mind when I wrote it.

Hey, I just wanted to let this out. Probably boring and irrelevant, but important to me.

TW: vague mention of self harm

Overwhelmed with dejection, I look at my phone. Shattered, expecting to hear his voice. I cry, and sound so alone, Much to my astonishment, that's his choice. No body has ever made me feel so wasted, Deep inside me, as broken as I feel! Another piece of crap, I stand dazed, Rejected, with no zest and zeal! Those moments of glory of him expressing his thoughts to me. The way he told me, he can never stop kissing me. Just stand useless, as if on a spree. A spree that is on an infinite journey. There are some things which only remind me of him, Alas! He has imprinted on me, entirely. Emotions are overflowing off my heart's brim, The time to fix my wounds has come to being. I will have to forget the way we cuddled, The way we held hands and shuffled, The way he stopped after kissing me The gaze he shared telling me "I love you" softly. Bye! I'm shattered, I must leave. Friends, that we are, but no more fantasies, My mistake was that I fell for him.. Never again, I promise, No more sins. Even if he calls me back, I wouldn't turn back Cause life has taught me a lesson Emotionality, yes! That's where I will lack From now, no dramatic sessions.

So I guess this is my second "anthology" of poetry. I might post some old poems that have sort of just been sat in my notes and stuff. Check out my first book "My Head is Broken" if you're interested. I found the cover on Tumblr, I can't remember who made it but If I do, I'll put it here. #1 in aspiringpoet (29/09/20) #1 in bookofthoughts (29/09/20)

A bird that was always meant to take flight, locked in a cage all its life. Will it still spread its wings and try to fly? This is a story about self discovery, confidence, relationships, and dreams. Nova Song, an angsty, depressed senior in high school. All she ever wanted was emotional stability, and to be understood. Everything she had to do was given to her in simple orders, and everything she wanted to do has always been beyond the four walls of her room. Romance? Never thought about it. Freedom? A bird in the distant horizon. Soon finds out she should have appreciated the peace she once had in her life, because everything she considered normal is suddenly wiped from her reality on a simple Monday afternoon. The only hope she finds is in another person, a strange boy who claims he's a classmate. They decide there must be others exempted from this mysterious purge. Now she has to realize who she really is and what she lives for, and find others with her same fate to change destiny together...or become a part of the past. "Nova, The normal world around you is no longer what you knew it to be. It all begins with an afternoon bus ride, a harmless storm is in the distance. But what you thought would pass quickly enough, soon envelops your world in an eerie, bizarre isolation. Fright. Loneliness. Longing. Where is everyone? Why does it keep raining? And most shockingly - what are those things protruding from your back? The sky has marked you, and now you are your only hope. Your world is burning, you see. An evolution taking form. A new game for the elements. Abandon everything they used to tell you, because the world is in your hands now. Will you become a part of the ashes, or rise above as the new flame?"

Writings from each of my English classes that I actually like and want to have published.

Short stories that i personally write, as well as poems. I Mostly choose a male character for most stories, because there are many stories with many female lead characters, that made me realize, guys are looked down upon. So here are a few small stories I have made... I will try to post as many chapters as I can, but please be patient with me :) Please, enjoy the stories and leave honest comments, thank you :)

When stepping on the road, after leaving a party, Clary is left alone with her thoughts. Will she finally confront them? Will they ending up destroying her? [discontinued]