Trainofthought storie

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.

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

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

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?

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.

Third collection of my shitty poems

A story from my wildest dream.

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.

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.

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

More poetry

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

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)

Short Story of a quick adventure at the park.

Flusso di coscienza, sulle insoddisfazioni e su sé stessi