Oxymoron Stories

A collection of poetry from an oxymoron herself, so different to parts of herself.

For the past year, Logico and the man he adores have been taking part in what can only be described as a "game." Every Sunday follows the same formula without fail. Some would call it strange, but the two enjoy it, and that's what matters. So what happens when something breaks the mold?

"This is what I learned during the year between you and him. Or perhaps more correctly, this is what you taught me during that year. There are five kinds of secrets. Like grief there are five different stages. The first one is the one that you pretend to do anything to keep hidden, but really, everyone knows about it and your world has yet not collapsed. The second kind is the kind that requires two or three people. The Secretkeeper, the one who hears about the secret, and the one you are keeping the secret from. The third one is the one that you would literally die for. The fourth sort is the one that nobody knows of, the one that has been taken to the grave and been buried with the Secretkeeper. The one that can leave you breathless, the one that can make your world spin in to an unrecognizable, blurry hast, just to slip through your fingers and smash in to nothing before you. And then there is secret number five. Number five is the secret you are keeping from yourself. The fifth is the one that you would never admit to yourself or anybody else, the fifth one is the one that you yourself do not even know exists. It is the most complicated of them all, the one that can ruin you the most thoroughly. The fifth is the one that could raze everything before you even realized what has happened." Very short story of Mary, Calliope and Robert. Originally this story was written in Swedish but was translated to English, so please forgive any errors, which I hope to catch as soon as possible. Do read, and do enjoy! //thefrozenosviva.

This is for you. It has always been you. You, who cries every night and every waking moment, and those seconds in between. You who shouts in monochromatic colors in this world full of rainbows and unicorns. You, who drowns every night in knee-deep thoughts, wondering about the "could have's" and the "would have's." You, who wishes nothing except for the arms of that one person you love who does'nt love you in return. You, the saint, the sinner, the spoiled, the beggar, the mask with two faces. You, a living oxymoron. This is for you.

Complete! Simple poetry that I have written. Although this has no concept/ theme. And the meaning behind each poem with differ and some will be more complex. I hope you like them!

Another poem book for people lost in the world who have things to say but can't quite bring the words forward from their hearts

A man, born and raised in the desert, given the name Eskimoe, seeks a greater purpose in life after leaving behind the life he knew. Along the way he meets new friends, along with new enemies. (Hey! If you come across this it's because I've told you about this and I've been wanting to do this for a while. I have a loose map to follow these characters on and I'm excited for what the future holds.)

Foreword of Lethal Dosage 1.0

This is a collection of tiny stories based on ideas obtained from self observation and imagination. Hope it's serves the message. This is my first attempt at bringing the message capsuled on these tiny format.

Our life is oxymoron. It is nothing but a cocktail of emotions. A mix of bitter-sweet moments. An emotional roller coaster.

A selection of poems written by me. They are not actually simple or the best - the name was a spur of the moment thing from the first of the poems, also my favourite. XD

poems lots of poems

this is about the best cup of coffee I've ever put in my cereal!!!!!!!

I prepped us for the great light that was soon to fall upon us, together. I opened the door and everything went dark, but I could hear the sirens and I knew what happened.

"And on those rainy days, You dare a look at a scar that will never fade. For tears to mix with drops from the sky, For those who never said goodbye."

Camp NaNo Novel ~ "Home is where my mom drowns herself in alcohol. Home is where my dad brings home women in the middle of the night. Home is where my sister does drugs and no one cares. Home is where my brother smokes and sells the things he steals. And the headlines all read, "The Perfect Celeb Family: The Millers". The story of the walking oxymoron, and all the contradictions that come with her.