Historias de Trainofthought

Third collection of my shitty poems

When love is lost, it can only be replaced by guilt, paranoia, and evil dreams

Currently being rewritten Ginger is an average girl. Goes to an average school, has average friends, rides an average school bus. When she passes out in a bus crash, she wakes up to find herself in a new world, where everybody is asleep and being taken to their dreams. A mysterious boy, an orginazation out to help or to hurt, and the nightmares attacking this world. Will Ginger be able to wake up from her dream, or does she even want to?

[kroh-muh] noun 1. the purity of a color 2. intensity of distinctive hue; saturation of a color.

[ . . . ] A book of poetry [ . . . ] el·lip·ses əˈlips'es/ plural noun a. the tumultuous tension of falling for someone b. the tumultuous tension waiting

at college. dont have friends, but i have word. or stuff that i wouldn't know how to add to my ao3 and dont want to put on my tumblr. mostly just me trying to be poetic in my depression.

not much I could say other than I have to get this out there, I don't have a great relationship with myself or my way of thought, I do restrain things from myself and I could aknowledge that but I don't want to look at someone in the eyes while I do it, this part of the story is my childhood and teenage years . most of these are secrets that are buried way between the walls of my heart no one should know happened...no one will ever really know me

A short venting piece

This is just something I penned during one of my stronger depressive moods. It was mostly just a vent, but I need to get it out there. It simply follows my rambling thoughts after a night of walking, and the spiral I followed from that, with some imagination towards the ending. I also change perspectives quite a bit, because that's how I view my relationship with my own mind. Enjoy! Or don't. Maybe it's not to be enjoyed.

I can only describe this as a dump for ideas, memories, rants, scenarios, or whatever my head comes up with. No telling what you'll find in here, but it probably won't be consistent.

Flusso di coscienza, sulle insoddisfazioni e su sé stessi

I have written many letters in my life, all of which had a destination. But with my tendency to forget I never delivered them, they stayed just as such. Never delivered. So I will put all these letters out into the world so maybe one day they will find where they were always meant to go, whether it be to their original resting place, or settling into the minds of those who need the words.

Short Story of a quick adventure at the park.

'Nough said.

Just some thoughts that flood my mind and make me drift off into its depths... Thoughts, poems, and philosophies. Words you'll hopefully ponder over. (Cover pic is not mine)

A story from my wildest dream.

Do you dare enter the mind of true randomness the way it can reflect and deflect thoughts down the drain. Yes spin in circles with your dimes and nickles while I chuck silver dollars off the top of my trailer home shouting to the empty crowds that I am the richest man in the room. HAHAHAHAHAHA

Buckle Up & Enjoy the Ride