Thougts Stories

It's getting deeper and darker... I know I am not the only one. How much darkness can I take before I will be the darkness myself?

Snowball effect. Snowball, something happy, something fun until it comes with effect. It's funny, right? How one thing, small as it might be, leads to another until they're one big pile of mess. A mess so hard to untangle. A mess, that feels so empty, so hollow. And the only way out seems like giving up. But is giving up really the solution for the mess? Could someone had stopped it if they knew? Or is it too late? *** Hi! I'm Zena. These are my first hand account of my experience, my feelings... my life. I'm here to share my snowball effect story with you, but are you willing to listen? #235 in short story

I like to think, I'm more of a writer than a poet.. but I've found in my journey as a writer, or becoming one you can lie, manipulate, criticize, laugh do so many different things when you write a story or any type of text. But poetry makes you vulnerable, honest, real in a sense, I can pretty much express any thing with text but I only ever be able to express my pain through my poetry.. I don't know what it is about actually, as you can see I'm still exploring but with poetry it feels like the words are calling me to write them, I'm not calling them to make sentence or sense they are showing me the sense, guiding, dancing now I understand what it is about, a story may show you the truth, but poetry speaks magic... #1 in thoughts

you may not sleep in the night because of some happy or annoying thoughts in your mind these are some of mine.

Words and Heart

Read on how a wife's brain functions everyday

Take me to the lake where all the poets went to die.

thoughts

"You are a piece of my heart I never knew I was missing."

This is a book filled with rants on serious topics and opinions, but also about quotes and other stuff

I could say I only think about normal things, but I'd be lying. I may seem like a stereotype teen who complains about their life, but that is not true. I'm a kid with a brain that observes a lot and questions everything. This is the place where I write semi-short essays about things I've realized and question.

Little thoughts that cross our minds. Stories that define our lives. Please comment if you want to share something.

These are words that have no seeming direction, yet appear, as though they move with purpose. Hopefully. Not necessarily a story, might look like one, even feel like, and if does, well, it does. The sky is blue, and the clouds are white, so where then, does the night come from. Chaos is order, order is chaos.

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Life can flash before you in a single moment.

Words are being fit together to create lines, Lines that sound better in a stanza, Stanzas that will try to creep in your hearts, And these are my random poems, my random notes. -Q "With God, everything is possible"

In a world where extraterrestrials are nothing but a guy in a song, what would happen if they existed-and lived among us? The school's misfit, Raina Evans, is the last one to expect a romance-let alone with a guy who is literally 'out of this world.' But when this 'foreign' boy puts her in a trance, what else could she do but be hypnotized by him?

It's all about Quotes, Textes, Lyrics, Lines or my own thoughts about life and the world and other Stuff.

It just mah thots