Spilled Stories

my strange collection of melancholy writings

"Oh little siren, charmer of the seas with voices of elegance sailers, you please the scepter of beautiful songs you shall wield listening to your euphony my heart bleeds. Such is the carnage in your melody that even in death I shall whisper your lullaby..." "My beads of thought were scattered so I made a bouquet of rhymes smell the flowers and allow me to tell you tales older than time" -----Silver_Driftwood This book is the shore of my sea of drifting emotions and ideas and on its sand shining like silver strewn across my thoughts shall land. ***

Poetry by a short girl

words that drizzles, falls, and showers like raindrops through me but doesn't fall visibly.

"The poem is a little myth of man's capacity to make life meaningful." - Robert Penn Warren

To the man who taught me that it's possible to fall in love twice.

she shed thoughts of madness and words she failed to express.

My life is just another cliche rite. You've heard the stories teen girl thinks she's normal and then one day boom something happens and oh wait you realize you werent normal at all well ha thats how it is for me Elizabeth PIKE future Queen of the Damned. Yup just days before my 18th birthday i get the surprise of a lifetime from my parents. Do to some prophecy that deals with a great great great grandpa I'm stuck being the new Queen of vampires. I thought Vampires were scary and nasty and not at all the kind that sparkle or any other girly Crape.Turns out they really arent that bad even through my bias opinion. But how i a wimp who cant even do one push up turn into strong warrior queen.Well thats what im going to find out..

tea is better with ice in it

Cold like my blood

These are my poems. Mainly my unruly thoughts but yeah.

Valka Soren lives with her all around arts aunt in her 100,000 square foot mansion in Kansas. She was left there as a baby and her parents went to war and never had time to come back. Nowla is her best friend, she's also the only one who understands the pain and anxiety behind the smiles and mischief. When she explores a new hall that she had just found out about, one mistake and she is changed forever.

Talia has never had much success with boys, and considering the only guys she knows are jerks and players, why would she want to? But one day, something in her perfectly organized world shifts, leaving Talia to make what could be the biggest decision of her life.

Little snips of writing that I needed to get out of my chest. Esp;:Eng.

Poems about my life

What would a famous vigilante and a hero in training friend do when they are not supposed to see each other? Well text right? HAHAHA joke on you! Izuku as a vigilante always loses his phone, so his friend Tokoyami came up with the good old-fashioned way of writing letters and leaving notes to one another. BUT WAIT! What would they be talking about? What else then spilling some good tea about heroes, villains and hero in training as they have a mad banquet in the dark! A/N: This is a collaboration work with Greenightronix3400! This is a mha fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own mha, rights to the owner.

a tornado of thoughts i've coined as poetry