Trainofthought Stories

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.

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

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A story from my wildest dream.

Short Story of a quick adventure at the park.

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

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 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.

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 short venting piece

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?

Third collection of my shitty poems

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

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This is just my train of thought for each day. Yeah ✨ I hope you enjoy

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.

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)

Just some thoughts I had today *not edited* *extremely rough draft* from the mind of a 16 yr old girl