histórias de Weep

"BreakUps Hurts but FriendShip 💔 BreakUps HURTS the most" - This you may have listened but do you know how it becomes when it actually becomes the actual POV of your Life...😶 That's 😔 Terrible 😭 !!! This story is kinda mixed with a real life story and a bit build up... And a message to all my readers- PLEASE JUST LIVE EVERY MOMENT WITH YOUR BESTIE YOU ARE GETTING, 'CAUSE THEY ARE REALLY PRECIOUS, WHETHER IT'S A TOXIC FRIENDSHIP OR A LIFE CHANGING FRIENDSHIP, 'CAUSE YOU KNOW YOU STILL LOVE THEM...💜

Love is a real thing, she looks like a dream, she is all I want. Don't even know you, yet seems like we had to be, all things work out for good, just like us..

Nothing Last Forever-a compilation of short sad stories, where you might be cry or smile?

This story is about me and all my friend that I've known since probably all of elementary to my freshman year of hs!

rinse and repeat

First in a series of poetry books. They are only connected in their shared concepts of sorrow and tears. 1st: Cries. 2nd: Please Take Me Back.

So many rights, can turn into ashes after one wrong. Weeping angels idea came from doctor who

A little something I've discovered about music. I've realized it makes me feel, just feel, when nothing else really can. I'm so emotionless, but when I have my music playing everything just changes. So I decided to write this poem in dedication to that feeling. I'm sure many others feel the same, but it took me so long to realize it. I was so clueless till I went to my friends church cuz i stayed with them that night and their preacher played a song and said "doesn't it just make you feel so good?" It was then that I realized it, and that was only a few months ago. I felt real dumb. Well I hope everyone that reads this poem enjoys it. :)

It's about a girl named Laura, a sophomore, who tackles every single day of her sophomore life. She thinks nobody understands her, but is it true? FIND OUT MORE BY READING THE STORY :)

My Death in Poetry is a collection of my poetry. These are more of my dark, "depressing" works. If you enjoy somber poetry, you'll love this book!

In tribute to Kenneth Ossa Stephenson. A father and friend gone too soon. Taken from us in pain but left a mark of grace. For as long as there is still breath in my lungs and blood in my veins, he still lives on.

This poem is about how the world weeps about its past, that is how it used to be cherishing all the moments with all the five main elements and now due to the over developed science all the elements merely turned into dusk.