Pleading Stories

{completed.} In which four misguided teens struggle to find steady ground of which to be themselves. Told through letters, phone-calls, text messages, facebook inboxes and some narrative. © 2013 imogen timby.

Can love conquer all, even vampires? ~{This story has been discontinued I'm sorry!}

My life and who i am and whatever goes through my mind is here. i m very random so.. work with me here. comment please

"No one reminds a little girls how boys with such pretty eyes, who smell like smoke and taste like rain, who talk like silver, are the reason behind their tear-soaked pillows, half-finished poems and so very many sad dreams. So after you left, she took lessons from the ever-changing and fluid winds; you may have known her as an ocean breeze, but now, know her as a H u r r i c a n e. And while I'm busy being a hypnotic and wretched poet, you may try and converse hypothetically in your head with me- if it's a matter of life and death, if your wasted breaths are going to halt- then leave a message to me after this beep, though be forewarned that I am currently trying to figure which way is south. Because sometimes, the air stills in the destructive anticipation of a Hu rr ic ane" BEEP "Hurricane, you had once asked me what could I possibly see in you. Right now, while I am drinking down death, I know the answer- e v e r y t h i n g. I see everything in you, because the stardust that makes you is the very same that sculpted me"

Will and Lyra agreed to steal the Alethiometer back from Sir Charles (Lord Boreal), the man who had previously stolen it from Lyra. As Will held the man and Lyra ran for it, but quickly stopped herself when she found out someone holding it. And the person who stood there was no other than her mother - Mrs. Coulter! NOTES: RE-EDITED and posted again.

This breakup has been hard on me but at least it has given me something to scribble down, I hope you don't mind.

A collection of poems, inspired by the random and not so random things that happen in life...

A poem about searching for hope *•*•*•*•*•*•*•*•*

Meron ka bang crush? Yung totoo Yung feeling mo hanggang dream na lang ang mga gusto mo but it come true, 'yung parang fairy tale na ikakasal ka sa prince charming mong ultimate crush mo, na kahit marami namang iba pero siya pa rin at kahit alam mo sa sarili mong masasaktan ka lang dahil sa pagmamahal mo sa kanya She is Maicey, a very positive woman. She wants everyone around her to be positive. Friends, parents and the man she loves the most? Pero what if she suddenly lost interest in the things that always pushed her to be positive and it suddenly became vague for her, will it ever lose hope? Pagtitiwalang biglang nawala

It's a small poem based on never ending rapes in India. With bit of satire it focuses on the passive onlookers and how often the family of the victims suffer while the culprits are left to do such deeds again.

Part two of my second poetry book in the "You" trilogy, from "Love You" comes "Darker Side of Love". Because my poetry books are of a lengthy matter, I've wanted to make a divider since the beginning of writing them but the opportunity never came about, until now. This second part to "Love You", is in a way a break, the change in a relationship, a point where a person makes you notice and come to terms that love isn't always bright and heartfelt but aching, possibly tormenting, confusing and ridden with questions and thoughts about yourself and the one you care for, at least some loves are of this complexity. Love is a fickle game, really and whether it's true, one sided or simply something undetermined your feelings aren't irrational, they matter just as you do.

Macxein Cane Imperial is a single guardian of her bestfriends daughter. Who made her life miserble and in trouble. She is wishing for a simple life that is a only way for her to help her bestfriend's daughter.

Different poems written by me. :)

I am going to try and upload a poem a day.