Ravings Stories

We have ventured the land not-so-far and not-so-wide in search of fantastic ravings of the truly deranged. Instead, we bring you tales from a small realm known as "Aerul". Located somewhere in the depths of the mind and buried beneath miles of filth.

what goes on at midnight in a girls mind; in night lies creativity and therein lies happiness or sadness we'll see -m.p.

My poetry... Mostly depressing stuff. My life. People I hate. People I love.

Ravings of a lost soul

Collections of sketches and free verse poetry

❝ The point in the orbit of a planet or other celestial body where it is farthest from the Sun. ❞ Somewhat inconsequential and emancipated mindless meandering; truly unsound thoughts, poems, ravings, and spur of the moment ideas - from me to me, and to you if you do.

Don't read this you wankers. This isn't a story, just my thoughts in a metaphorical format. No reason any of you twats would enjoy it. If for some reason you actually do enjoy it, go ahead and distribute it all you want. I don't care.

this: this is the blood that i bled on the day that i first felt what sadness meant. this is the tears that i shed on the battlefield of life when my dreams died. this is the shame that only god knows of on the day i welcomed my first sin. this is the pride that became my undoing when i found a path to escape all pain. this is my fear, my weakness, my strength, my safety. this is the announcement of my death and the revocation of my existence.