Stateofmind Stories

Everyone deserves a chance to be happy. Even you, especially you. You are the most important person. Happiness is mandatory. Brave little soul, this is for you.

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An accidious morning

Gravity slips out and beyond our grasp ((Collection of random poetry))

Welcome to the ending stage of the Great Conflict Of Axalon. This Wrath. Animosity. Revelation. Or W. A. R. came at a cost of two star crossed lovers. One fell because of an New Emperor's Jealousy. This one, is seeing the next part of his path. His Downfall was brought before someone who you all know, not by action, by Name. By Legacy..... from a Falling From Purity.... "Ask yourself, was I wrong in my endeavors? Was I wrong in my action to Rekindle this... Diseased Grand Chessboard? Was I wrong? Or do you feel like I am just another Villain or Antagonist wanting justice? I am not a man born in purple sitting upon a thrones... please.... entertain me with your argument while the Instrumental melody you see is of the very man I am connected to...."-Nyllus Zerron [[Audio log ends]]

My mood for the day. I don't feel like I can talk to my family and friends about how I feel without being judged...so I'll tell strangers.

Everything written here is something which has been started with a word and then flown out of its own accord, no touch of my own conscious needed. This book is here so I may attempt to make a conscious connection to how it may correlate to my real life. Of course, it's published for a reason; please, do share your feedback, opinions, and thoughts!

jabbering

One shots and story ideas from different songs by some of my favourite bands.

Here lies a collection of strung together words and thoughts in poetry form (if you can even call it that). Just something mainly to make myself more open to actual people reading my otherwise hidden feelings.

Ramblings of an irrational mind that sometimes spews out words that might make sense to some. Or not. But don't let that stop you from giving it a chance. Pictures used belong to their respective owners. Only the written word belongs to me You have been warned.

Phoebe Marks doesn't believe it when her older sister Amanda tells her things will get better. The scars she has will never fade and she'll never trust anyone. And then Amanda introduces her to Iapetus, a fellow cutter who has one secret he can't tell the world... He's a FALLEN ANGEL! ((NOT FINISHED))

Sad Sam AKA Stoneface is loathed by almost everyone he comes across and his state of gloom just seems never to fade, that everyone around him become apparently disgusted and even uninterested in knowing if something or someone different & pleasant could actually be hidden beneath the perpetual grimace & forbidding countenance he consistently puts on. However, except for a young inquisitive teenager, who is suddenly curious in finding out why a cute but Sad Sam never seemed to smile and why he chose to be hostile to almost everyone he met, even his family. She soon finds out with passionate investigation, the secret to unlocking the other side of Sam that astonishes the world around him and that erupts a most unexpected transformation of Stoneface, in the twinkle of an eye. Find out in this short, but inspiring and powerful story, the simple but powerful secret of transformation & antidote discovered, which is also capable of transforming not just your life, but that of the whole world around you too. 😉

(IM NO LONGER WORKING ON THIS , If You Still Wanna Read It, Go Ahead) After The Event's Of Sonic.EXE And Sally.EXE, Sonic Finally Wakes Up, But In His State Of Mind. He Can Finally Meet The Demon Who Possessed Him And Eventually Find Out The Fate Of His Friends And Nemesis.. (Warning: Cardiophilia, Violence, Mention Of Death)

This poem collection is a depiction of two aspects of our mental state. One in which we feel and the other in which we imagine. That is how I first thought of it's title- 'Ain't The Fairytale.' Fairytale is about unicorns and rainbows. But we know that life isn't a unicorn. It is filled with flaws. It is imperfect. Neither is it made of seven colors. It has shades of black and gray, too. Representing the sufferance and hardships of us. It ain't the fairytale. Fairytale is what we consider as a false reality. Are all our imaginations just a mirage? But how can we categorize -our dreams and nightmares that change us as a person- as something non-existent? It is there within us just like our thoughts and emotions. It is real. It ain't the fairytale. It ain't the fairytale. | 17. 5. 2020 |

I can barely see through my tears. My secrets are buried everywhere...

We all are wanderers, we all are curious. We all are strays, we all are lost.

Ideas. Thoughts. Creations.

"sea and shadow fear, solitude, now you're drowning you'll stay right here."