Trainofthought Stories

decided maybe publishing poorly written poetry anonymously to the world might help me in some way, so here it is. "And love is a curse shoved in a hearse Love is an open book to a verse of your bad poetry And this is coming from me" - James Murphy, LCD Soundsystem

Am sorry mama but is so hard to stop this thought. I want to find comfort,I want to rest forever deep inside the earth in everlasting slumber.........I guess am selfish for this thought but am just a few step from getting to him and am no longer scared of......its so dark in here. ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 This are my thoughts if I can't stop them why not write them down right.DONT JUDGE.

'Nough said.

A short venting piece

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

Good Twin: Welcome to the world of writer's block, where my twin and I will be posting random AUs, headcanon stories, thoughts, and random travels of random students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I hope you enjoy how our minds work. Enjoy. Bad Twin: Requests are open :3 Will be also using Song Fics

Basically poems and anecdotes, anything that comes to my mind. Everything is original and mean something to me, and maybe my words can mean something to you too.

A collection of "poetry" (if you can really call it that) I'm writing on a whim. It's simply a way for me to get things out of my head so don't expect anything spectacular.

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.

Poetic appreciation for those days when you just can't get out of bed

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.

A story from my wildest dream.

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

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

Third collection of my shitty poems

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)

Buckle Up & Enjoy the Ride