Shittypoetry Stories

Some shitty poetry, enjoy fuckers.

Life is so unpredictable. You never know what the real meaning of something is. So I hope you have fun trying to find the real meaning of all of these. After all, who doesn't love deciphering late night poetry.

My star is waiting for me all this time on the other side. "Where have you been?" I ask A poem about finding meaning and being infinite. Emotions stronger than words and hearts bigger then minds its hard to be me. emotions too strong for a small body

A thing

My collection of poetry I wrote myself about depression, loneliness and longing.

"Life has this tendency to get in the way and shit on you from time to time, but no matter what, I still have music, you know?" He took a breath after saying this. The brown of his eyes reflected the city light clearer than the water ever had. "Yeah," I said, my breath catching as he looked into the distance of the city. It was then I realised that insomnia didn't keep me from dreaming; I had insomnia because I was dreaming. Reya has insomnia, so she walks at night. With her thoughts racing too fast to catch up to, she finds herself taking in the city she loves every night to distract herself. With the overstimulation, she finds herself relaxed and at home. Harry lives everywhere in the city - or, rather, he lives nowhere. With an adventurous look at his roofless situation, he explores the entire city every night to find his next settlement for the next few hours. With the endless buildings and curves, he finds himself relaxed and yearning for home. When the two cross paths, it only takes one person to ask for the time to begin intertwining the lives of an extroverted introvert that loves the imperfect city and an easygoing free-spirit that has seen its entirety. All Rights Reserved © Copyrights analiciapaloma 2017 Book Cover Design by Analicia Feliciano

Take me away To a place far away To the clouds high above To where I would want to rest my life

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Just trash...and by trash I mean my emotions.

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 I write shit.

Basically all the things that go on inside my head, and wars that fight constantly. Along with a couple pictures that I like and random shit

My first poem I know it's shitty but eh who cares

tender is the night; she is the night.

My mind is never in one place

Shitty poems written by a shitty person