Poetry-ish Stories

Hello, this is my attempt at angsty shit to make me cry at two am waiting for the pills to kick in!

So...I've been thinking about the world we live in. And I've stumbled upon some stone hard truths...truths we most times turn a blind eye to...truths we refuse to accept because of what others may think... Now I've decided to face them square in the face "What kind of truth is she talking about?" 👀 Join my ride and find out!!💆

To the loss of a good person in my life, to an outrageous pandemic, to senior year, to betrayal, to friendship, to family.

you plucked my heart strings like flowers from my garden and now I ask you to forget me not ....::where louis is harry's neighbor who always steals his flowers on his way to the cemetery::....

Something I made fueled by rage ~ (and a hint of bitterness) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This isn't racist, it doesn't mean something's black you're instantly referring to black people :/ *la la la

You know those thoughts you have at 3am and your mind is just everywhere?

all the little things I see in your soul, the simple things that connect more strings to you. you intrigue me, dear. you are a poet of your own soul and I am a poet of words and together our harmonies will create symphonies that will be remembered by our ghosts. the themes of love and loss and grief and the emotions we can't name. these words are for the broken and the healing and the healed and the people on this planet who need to hear them. whoever you are, thanks for being my you disclaimer: all photos as background images in each chapter are NOT mine, credit goes to whoever took/created the photos. the story cover is mine, i'd prefer if you wouldn't replicate it because it has words on it, but i used Canva to create it. i suggest checking it out. ALL OF THE WRITING IN THIS BOOK IS MY OWN WORDS, I DO NOT COPY OTHER AUTHORS. IF THERE IS SOME RELATION TO OTHER BOOKS, THEMES OR PHRASES THAT SOUND ALIKE, I ASSURE YOU THERE IS NO CORRELATION- IT IS COMPLETELY COINCIDENTAL. THESE ARE MY OWN PERSONAL QUOTES. If you have questions about anything at all, feel free to comment or post a message! Thank you for reading and I hope you can relate to some if not all chapters in this compilation. ~ OC, with love

Just random thoughts that popped into my head and decided to create a sort of twisted story out of it. Written from the perpective of a child-like adult, so the language used is simple and the phrases short and direct, hope you enjoy Mary's journey through the dephts of her mind and her view of the world!

This is mostly a journal, feel free to read it, if nothing else I hope my pitiful sadness makes you feel a little bit better about yourself. Whatever you do, don't feel bad, don't say sorry out of pity, don't scoff because 'you've gone through worse.' I'm pouring my life onto these pages for nothing in return, so don't feel like you owe me an apology. Read this, skip over it, I don't mind.

He just wanted to be skinny.

❝I can never be beautiful, but I can write.❞ {Cover by genius_georgia}

August 19th. 1878. A man with amnesia is saved from a river and given a new chance at life. Depressed and stuck in monotony and seeing no connection to his past. He works to survive with few friends and no family. No real home. Only one day he finds someone who suddenly sparks up motivation in him. Only his motivation is solely directed at this new man. Filled with desperation he decided to make contact and on the same day... He was contacted by two witches. This is the story of Beaumont. _____ Hellooo! Thank you very much! Please do not copy any of my work, this is my book. I'll be updating chapters as I edit them :))) im in university right now so things are moving slow, but I want to get this done! It's a sloooowww burn yall. Kisses. <333

We write on little pieces of paper to save who we are. A/N: I have no intention of ever finishing this or even making it understandable. This is my playground of sorts.

Arlo 15 year old transmasc falls in love with Saylem 16 year old non binary masc representing. and Arlos life is turned upside down. (Cover art From Milk and Honey)

Like the title said :) please give this a try you'll never know if you like it!! P.S. i don't know what genre this kind of book falls under please let me know if yk what it is :) it might be poetry-ish

Quotes

nothing in this world was perfect. and that is what clair loved about it. nothing was perfect up until he came along. all bright smiles and glowing eyes. perfect hair and a perfect laugh. who knew that perfect could destroy her so unperfect life.

me and my lttle words, little words of my little life this book is meant for me to express my feelings towards certain incidents, don't care about my feelings then don't read the book. I will not include any names in any of these pages, but I will explain what happened and how I feel about it. If you recognize something you did in here then don't get upset at me for writing it, be upset at yourself for causing the issue.