Wilting Stories

After listening to the entirety of The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift, it inspired me to start writing poems again. I've always loved writing poems. The alliteration, rhyme schemes, rhythms, and so much more makes it so fun to me. I never thought I'd actually publish any of the ones I made because I'm kind of scared that they'll get me locked up, but I finally built up the confidence to do it. Enjoy my poems, and I hope you can find them somewhat relatable and/or you find comfort and healing in them. 🖤🩶🤍 Three things: 1. If you couldn't tell already, this is kind of inspired by The Tortured Poets Department and Taylor Swift and some of the lines are inspired by her. 2. All of the names in the poems are fake so people that I know in real life don't come after me. :3 3. This is not completed yet, there should be at least one new poem every day/every other day.^^ TRIGGER WARNING: Vulgar language in "Worry."

Entry of 10 poems for the Atty Awards. Submission by Christy Birmingham. For "The Attys", Featuring Margaret Atwood.

in which i pour out my heart into art.

Elizabeth RedBird hasn't been the same since her Father left. Her once routine life, crashed landed after he left. Unexplained nightmares plague her sleep and a feeling of unease has taken a perminate spot in her heart. But little does she know, She is Earth's last hope.

My name is Rouge. I'm the only one left in my family, and the only one who still carries the evil curse. A curse that allows you to see every part of the next ten years of a person's life. All I have to do is look into their eyes and I see the good, bad, and ugly. Welcome to my curse.

After Rose Stanton's father dies unexpectedly, she is given a promise that she vows to keep true through the tending of her garden. Flower Girl is a short story inspired by one of reedsy's weekly short story competition prompts, found at https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/

A collection of made up fairytales and stories where there are no happy endings...

The girl who is scared of love tries to find herself through love...hopefully. Oh, the irony. This is a true story about myself. Everything on these pages is something that has happened to me, something that I think of, etc. This is a story from my perspective on how I see love. - I started creating this story on July 28, 2021. I do not expect people to see this, so I will try my best to go at my own pace in writing this.

his flowers wilting. -jeongguk fanfiction // ©yoonglbells 2017 // (jeon jungkook)

You must wilt in order to bloom

Everyone talks about what happens during the suffering, but nobody talks about what occurs after. Because no one wants to admit, that it goes on and still hurts. It just doesn't stop. Maybe it never truly does. After the suffering is more suffering, as the consequence. The consequences are drowning Evie. They are killing her in the process. What does one do when everything- even the flowers, wilt? Evie knows what she needs to do. But the flowers don't bloom anymore. -REPUBLISHED-

a flower kept between pages of a book

A is for Alice. My name. Or what I would like to call my name. Instead, I'm just A, like the first letter in the alphabet. Unlike you, I don't have the ability to live. I'm locked in a cell, being picked and probed at. There are others of my kind, but where are they? I don't know. For now, it's just me. When genetically repaired humans begin appearing in Area X, subject A has no other choice but to imbrace it. For months, she has been locked up in confinment, seeing none of her kind, not even knowing who she is or where she came from. In the first novel of the series The In-betweens, subject A meets some of the first of her kind and together, they will figure out who they are and why they are here.

A collection of poems I write when I'm inspired, which has been happening a lot lately. Just about anything may end up in here from love to heartache to spirits and school. Please Read and Comment!! (I'm new at this so..)

this book is slightly cliché but can you at least give it a try. I don't have a description yet but when I do ill put it here but here's a small one but ill work on it. What is true happiness? Is it when you spend the ret of your life with the one you love? Is it money or expensive things? Or is it the mall things in life? To me its fighting but hey what do I know I've never ever been truly happy.

A collection of different poems. [not created by me unless otherwise said so.]