Plath Stories

Complex of poems that depict a picture of misery,anger,emptiness.Poems that I wrote at 3 in the morning but words who have been living with me for some time.So if you wa...

the exact book "the bell jar" by sylvia plath

The Bell Jar best quotes by Sylvia Plath

The Bell Jar chronicles the crack-up of Esther Greenwood: brilliant, beautiful, enormously talented, and successful, but slowly going under-maybe for the last time. Syl...

book about poems that I imagine in my head whatever I see I imagine a poem or a story

Part 2 of the Sylvia Plath Poetry.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And I took the wrong road And it has made all the difference.

a collection of poetry by Lisa Taylor

A collection of confessional styled poetry written by the author which initially started as therapy to cope with her social anxiety and depression.

A story about my depression and a short ode to it as well

Cecelia has struggled with Bipolar disorder, Prodromal Schizophrenia , and depression since she was 14. Now she heads off into life with unstable grounds, she faces so m...

❝i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; i lift my lids and all is born again. (i think i made you up inside my head.)❞ - sylvia plath, 'mad girl's love song'

There are mysterious people in all of their lives - the people of Messenger of Fear, BZRK and Gone all figure out that their destinies follow the same line. When they me...

Sonnets with one invocation

harking back to an earlier poem of mine: poor wendy -- all the heroines get left behind. but she was a darling after all. yes, i very much have tears in my eyes. and it...

Poemas/Historias cortas/Pensamientos, perdón por escribir en español e inglés, pero a veces siento que los sentimientos salen de manera más fácil en uno u otro idioma, a...

i love writing poetry but i am very new to it, and i would really appreciate your feedback!

This is already a real book, so disclaimer I guess. But this is me filling in these prompts. I want to do at least one a day in the book and on here so if I ever lose my...

You asked me to expose myself in front of my students. I asked you to beg me.

My mind is a storm water drain. Contained within is my current attempt to force my hand. I used to write every night, now I'm lucky if it's once every three months.