Spurofthemoment storie

Pretty self explanatory. These are little bits of my writing that don't have enough for its own book or just simply things I want to share with people.

A second set of slightly more disciplined poems for you to enjoy. (Because I just can't stop them.) See if I do better in this one 😉 (sequal to: pEoms **COMPLETED**)

A spur of the moment thing. A very short story that ends up in verses That strings and forms into rhyming How can we live without those poet's tongue?

Hey! This is going to be a short compilation of a few one shot/spur of the moment poems that I thought I would share,, anyways I hope you guys like them.. so um yeah :)

Original short story. The last member of a line of bards is imprisoned for singing against the court. All they have is their voice.

Sometimes, they just don't take the hint that they're more than what they seem. Or at least, what they seem like to themselves. You know those sort of people, and honestly, they're a bit stupid on that part, yet it's so hard to convince them of otherwise...

(C) Mkg, 2020

Truth with in

The story of how I was ruined.

"i'll be by your side, till the very end"

hap·haz·ard (adj.) lacking any obvious principle of organization.

May Zair is a girl. A teenage girl. One with feelings, mood swings, and a plain, ordinary life. All she wants is someone that understands her perfectly and will always be there for her, basically someone from the FRIENDS theme song. And she is on the lookout for this unknown person, the best friend who she can call her person.

A bunch of short stories cause I can't write books for shit lmao

So I write poetry. These are bored poems, random poems, depressed poems. But my brother tells me they're good, so I'm sharing them on his advice...

It's just that there are those sudden thoughts that pass by one's mind. May be triggered by a view laid out in front of you, a song that played while you were at subway station, a word you hear from a friend, an almost forgotten memory that flashed in your mind, or maybe by absolutely nothing. But those thoughts, those sudden thoughts, their your inner thoughts, maybe your heart's desires.. or maybe sentiments. They are you. And that makes them important.

Two people. One girl. One boy. Two hearts. One crazy. One loved.

Seeking searching...finding?

A collection of my thoughts and unsaid feelings.