Suffocated Stories

Diary entries of an Introvert. NB: I Write Under Emotions!!

In this harrowing tale, two boys on a farm in 1951 are driven to a scandalous act of murder that they actually seem to enjoy. Perhaps they are evil.

I write poems/poetry and just some thoughts that I have. I hope you enjoy them or feel emotions though them. .. My emotions are always all over the place. So you might read some poems that are really happy but then right after you might read one that's really sad. I can't control my emotions! .. Also, feel free to comment or vote if you'd like! Or add to your reading lists to keep reading my poems! .... I don't have a certain day or time or anything for when I write so you're just gonna have to be patient with me. ____________________________________ The cover is not mine and the pictures in the story aren't. But they are mine if I say so. Don't take/steal my poems or use them without permission. If you do use any of my poems please make sure to credit me. (If you really do use any of my poems in yours stories or something that would be really crazy and awesome)

(in this fanfic, one direction doesn't exist. they all tried out for the X factor but none of them made it through, but all of the boys have been best friends ever since) Zayn is having trouble with his girlfriend, Samantha. Strangely he only finds comfort in his best friend Niall Horan. One day when all the boys are on their private jet, zayn and niall get closer tha than ever. Harry styles is feeling really lonely right now. he feels like everyone around him is in a prefect relationship. the one thing he is most surprised about is that he thinks he has feelings for a guy. his best friend actually... will he go for it?? Alfie is hopelessly in love with Harry styles. will he ever get to meet the love of his life? will he ever have a chance with the one boy he's been dreaming of? Jake hurt a lot of people. yet he doesn't feel any remorse. no one has seen or heard from him in 5 years. will he show up again? probabaly... who will he hurt next? Tyler is a trained assassin. he has killed many people. he says he's not crazy but do you really believe him. now he is on a mission to murder his ex- boyfriend... will he have the balls to do it?? or will he chicken out??

It is a collection of what I feel and felt or call it a mad rant, I hope you all can sympathize with them one way or another. Writing keeps me sane.

Release my pain smoke my dreams away... let me feel it deep inside, your lustful taste of lips... © Donyas, 2012-2013

A cursed skeleton bound by corroded ropes lies buried in silence, its spirit eternally suffocated-any who disturb it risk being ensnared by the same unending torment.

a poem about not being able to move on

Thinking is my biggest escape from everything but also the thing that makes me feel completely trapped, all the time. Once and a while I just have to let it out. (Read past the first one because the first one is the worst)

I think the cover of this is a girl drowning, but when I wrote it I imagined it to be a little boy engulfed by water and the promises of death. It's a little morbid but that's just how it was written. Writing this also made me think of the lyrics "I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim." The song will be on the side.

An archaeologist uncovers a mass grave beneath a cathedral, where the skeletons seem frozen in screams. As she digs deeper, silence swallows her surroundings, the bones shift, and a cold presence stirs in the pit, watching her from the hollow sockets of the dead.

Kit's diary entries from 1682. In his writing, words twist into something that makes you want to stop reading, but you can't. Some thoughts are better left unwritten. (Sorry for AI-use in description 😭)

new poetry stuff. might be depressing, idk. continue chasing the moon, but trust me, all he's thinking about is the sun.

A simple poem, about being trapped by someone else.

This girl is very much like me. We have a lot in common that I can see. We both fight to stay alive. But we're never really able to strive. We both try our best in life, always tempted to grab that knife. But we both hold on and you shall see, this girl is very much like me.

It was suffocating me. My thoughts, my head, everyone. About a girl who seems typical on the outside but a mess on the inside....

Some people are trapped and need help. Don't let them quit, don't be oblivious to other people's pain. You can stand up and help some one.

Cloud jargon based poem