Ponderings Stories

my nighttime ponderings when the world is quiet and my mind is screaming.

Sunsets... Breezy trees... And Conquistadors... Of Nobles and Hat Racks "Perchance / Tales of staggering scenes / Of Inca & Aztecs / Pyramids & kings / Beautiful native maidens of forgotten lore / Au revoir / O' Conquistador! / Ethereal vapor / Who is no more / Only made tangible / In poetic metaphors"

I'm not quite sure what this is exactly but I do hope it turns out well - please do note however that as time goes by certain parts of this work might change or be added in different sections. This book is a sort of journal if you will where I pen whatever might come to mind at any given time, a little strange but hey life is strange after all isn't it? Highest ranking: #1 in Ponderings #31 in unusual

A collection of notes, letters, and thoughts, of a girl named Joy, who is simply riding the rollercoaster of life... {a massive thank you to @nightlies for the beautiful cover <3}

Well. That's a quote from Hamilton. Hi, I wonder too much. Too much do I wonder. Thoughts dance in my head like a parade moving down a street. Some were inspired by big days, like my first concert. Some by looking at my cat. Well. Here they are. Splattered out onto some useless WATTPAD book.

mostly random thoughts written at random times. These are raw, not proofread thoughts that appear to me and I have to ramble about. Enjoy delving into the depths of what my mind creates.

I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell. I know, right now you can't tell. But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see a different side of me...I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired. I know right now you don't care. But soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be. Unwell - Matchbox Twenty I own none of the images or videos unless specified.

six word stories (even my title is one) enjoy ♡♡♡♡♡ lowercase usually intended

A collection of un related short writings. A product of my own down time, often raw without any touch-ups.

I'll be giving you some of my favorite quotes, tired ponderings, and I'll be showing my silly side righttt hereeee. Not only that, but you get to see some original poems and personal stories too! So please come right in as I show you some of the interworkings of my brain! -insert classic horror screech-

There is something about the written word that has always intrigued me. When I'm mad, I write. When I'm sad, I write. When I'm happy, I write. My notebooks and worksheets are lined with ideas and thoughts that I've refused to share. So here's me now: sharing them.

Poetic pondering of the intersections of nature, life, and the spiritual.

"Selfish" has come to be most commonly associated with being concerned with one's Material Self, doing right by those investments to your own body, and to a lesser extent, those you are most intimate with. William James describes the arrangement beautifully: A man holds a seat near the front of a bus. The bus fills faster than it empties and soon there are no empty seats available. An elderly woman hobbles onto the bus at a fresh stop. Nobody moves. Why does the man not relinquish his seat? It is not because he hates the woman -- she is a stranger. It is not because he values the seat either -- it is not his. The man stays seated because the seat is warmer to him when he is sitting upon it, just as food tastes better to him when it is in his own mouth, or happiness best understood when marked by your own or a friend's smile. These poems are selfish not so much as they are of particular value to me, nor do they derive from outward spite. They are "self-centered," my thoughts, feelings, impressions, of the world which I am only invested insofar as I have always existed within it. "Ponderings" is a word of unique usage for me. Characterized by its close proximity to "musings" or "wondering," to ponder is to think over in a way that demands attention without being quite so aggressive. It's not the mosquito in your ear but the crickets outside your window, singing to you just beyond what is immediate in a place that is both distant and hyper-present. It exists on several levels at once, rewarding a lack of focus -- pure, unrestrained thought. Until, that is, they fall into line, premise by premise, stanza by stanza. I've chosen these poems for their consistency in these two respects. They express my experiences with existence from a position close to it. They exhibit loose, wild feeling brought down into a form fitting their contents. They bring what is unreachable -- even by me -- into something resembling focus.

Story's or essay written for class or for myself. A public diary of sorts.

A series of poems about things that run through my head. First draft so please be patient with me.

An ethereal and poetic exploration of life's most basic yet impactful phenomena.

we're all books with blank pages and we're all desperately trying to fill them, even if we're rambling and going in circles.

Welcome to my collection of random thoughts, observations and general musings. I wrote a lot of these as little reminders and random pieces of advice to myself for when life feels flat and pointless. Sometimes you need someone to remind you that you are not alone. Even if that someone is yourself.

Whispers of a mute mind.

To be honest, this is an experience I've had - a complete, honest tale. I just hope when you read this you relate and refrain from judging the feelings and decisions I made. Think as you may, I'm no child that's overly dramatic. I'm a person. I am a person with a fragile mind and heart. Trust me when I say that my outside is stone, and my inside resembles a cherry slushy.