Vague Stories

here we are once again, to the emptiness of the night, as the cold embraces you with the darkness, and as lingering thoughts fell out of your mouth, the only one true listener lies above, shining brilliantly with the stars above, secrets whispered, waiting to be heard, but in the end the moon only heard it, clear and bright

my art performed in words.

If you have a heart at all, and if you see the pain of the sufferer, you shall find this work thought provoking, but if you are a cold hearted homo sapien, I assure you these would just be some words arranged in a fashion so as they appear intricate. Until every man is free, we are all slaves. -Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter

Voici un poème que j'ai écrit dans un moment de solitude et que j'avais besoin de confié. Je pense que je ne trouverais pas de meilleur personne pour le lire que quelqu'un qui aura cherché à le lire alors, le voici :) merci beaucoup à toi d'être là !

Sakura needs a day off, everyone in the hospital and all her friends finally agree on it and decide that. So when she finally (miraculously) gets a day and gets invited for a hangout she is ecstatic. She would make sure that she spent the rest of the having fun... but Kakashi just had to dash all her expectations straight into the sun. She was expecting a great day, a hangout, a hangover and a pleasant burn in the morning. She was not expecting Kakashi.

A short story, written from an anonymous perspective. A girl is pining for her best friend.

Take this as you will it is open for interpretation

Imagine a world that is perfect. No wars, no famine, no homeless and no sickness. A world that is altogether untainted. I have lived her in this virtual world all of my life with my best-friend. Trust me when I say that it's not as perfect as the government wants us to believe.We used to have family but not anymore. There is only one catch with this perfect world. If you get bit you get kicked out and sent into the real world where the zombies are more powerful, hungrier, and smellier. After getting kicked out for asking to many questions join us as we try to navigate through zombies in the unknown.

It was a bright sunny day. We were out in the forest, gathering some wood for the night's fire. I did not know till then that I could rhyme... HR #1 in Poetry

A short story on depression and suicide. I hope you like it. Please leave a comment if you have questions or comments, i would love to answer them. Thank you

To that little girl in the past, stay and enjoy your life there. This lady will do her best to be who we want. And to you in the future, wait for this lady there. The path may be rough, but she is striving to survive and reaching out her arms to reach you there and be as one with her.

'I like Mickie. She's not like other girls. She doesn't flip out when we tease her. She knows how to take a joke.'

Not sure how to describe this, I guess it's like a being reflecting on human nature or something. Do you ever have the urge to write something with a weirdly specific vibe? Yeah this is the result of my failed attempt of that. No one is reading this any way so I might as well throw it into the void. I'm gonna regret uploading this tomorrow.

just a little test

pretty much anything and everything that comes to mind and doesn't deserve it's own work. probably things I wrote a long time ago with much unneeded repitition and bull. you're welcome. 50% poems and stories 50% rants

Thinking too hard...

Poetry is a waste of time. So am i. Chew a little before you spit * If i get around to putting pictures or quotes and stuff, they're all from me unless I give a source.