Voicesinmyhead Stories

What is it? Who is it? All in all, shall remain a mystery. This is a poem using a set of words.

𝓦𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝔀𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵...

Well, what can I say?

Spilling the beans about my life, realizations and life lessons... Sometimes all I need to do is to open up and someone who will listen and be on my side I can move on from my past I am stronger than I think Everything happens for a reason... Or is it not? Just Read my chapters and you decide for yourself

We all walk through life with skills, experience and opinions but it seems like in this time and age that's all humans do. We acquire skills, gain experience and just have a lot to say but never doing enough if only we can process all our thoughts, doings and voice and use it for a greater good we will be able to impact everyone we meet in a positive way. this is a combination of short to long poetry. looking into society and seeing what it has become. My feelings in words..

A girl stumbles upon an old tree house But is it more than she thinks

Random poems and stories

Sobre a tentativa de ser lógico e distinguir o bom do mau mundo afora, enquanto, interiormente, querendo censurar e reprimir um universo de perspectivas que não exigem um filtro racional consciente para existirem. Esse universo existe por si, não exige palpites sobre bem e mal e nos amola continuamente por meio da mente e do coração, apesar de toda nossa resistência e racionalidade contra o que é inferior.

~i need a gangsta, to love me better than all the others do. *gun violence *drug misuse *sucidal thoughts *other triggering topics

Joshua is left alone when a tornado hits town. He is a mental patient, and can now do whatever he pleases.

~Drip drip~ I looked down at the dropping sounds, it was little droplets of blood, I looked at the ceiling when I felt a cold drop land on my neck I followed the drop and found a trail of the wet streams beginning from eyes, funny tears ~snicker~ Yet I feel so numb, Another loud scream rang through the night yet I felt nothing, death is just overrated, people fear it but here I am wanting it. Have I lost my mind? Yes. Did I ever have it in the first place? I don't know. Was I ever really given the chance to? No. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jordan, a girl holding a dark secret, a monster, a demon, torments her. Will she ever overcome it or will it devour her?

Bakugou is in UA and its an au were the roles are reversed deku a bully and everyone else doesn't think he's a bully and not one in 1A likes bakugou not even the bakusquad so Matsumoto is alone and bakugous mom is abusive and dad isn't in the picture anymore and Mitsuki blames katsuki for his dad leaving

can you leave me alone?

In a night this boy's whole life changes, and he's forced to adapt with everything new. then he gets a million-dollar idea that sets him on an expected trail that leads to the love of life. follow the story of the genius, kind, and loving boy, as he explores life, and it's different aspects all alone.

she's the voice that holds me back. everytime. what is she? read and you'll find out.

[unedited] Taehyung is normal. At least that's what he says. He's not weird or crazy. Just a normal high school kid...who has voices in his head. Everyone just thinks he's crazy or shouldn't exist. Everyone expect Jungkook. i try to update but i just suck at actually following through

"Dear Amelia Torriz, It is with great pleasure that I write to inform you that you have been accepted into admission to Norway Academy. On behalf of the faculty and staff at Norway Academy, I congratulate you on this accomplishment and welcome you to the Norway community. We are dedicated to helping you achieve academic success and fulfill your educational goals while you are a student at Norway. We will send a package of our Norway handbook and lists of necessities to bring. W e are looking forward to see you. For any question, please contact us. Sincerely, Manuel Arnez Director of Admissions" Shit.

"I can count her ribs. They stick out, protruding as I see her touch them when I walk past her open door." {{ One Shot }}