Wordvomit Stories

when the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this...

a collection of unique poetry fueled by random deep emotions and thoughts that sometimes sound unsettling. eldest thought daughter.

The stand alone fanfictions that have no chapters 2. Enjoy

svt - tbz | fanfiction oneshots welcome to chaos aka my word vomit/idea outlet. word count :: n-a [ lowercase intended. ] - byyinn, 2022-2024

but you see, there is a graveyard in my mouth, filled with words that have died on my lips. © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved [ a poetry collection ]

unlove me, i dare you ! © 2020 mia ruby jane | all rights reserved. [ a poetry collection ]

For when I have ideas that are too short or too dialogy or not fleshed out enough for an actual book

Things that would be great in a book if I ever quit my book dropping habit Anyone is welcome to use these if they would like, just credit me in an authors note.

Four times war confessed and it all gave him heartbreaks and the Fifth time he did it, he finally got the answer he has been waiting for.

#35 in English Non Fict (March '17). "Why do I feel like I lost him? He isn't mine to begin with." © Crowdstroia 2016. Image source: pinterest.

Simply a more streamline book then the old one that got deleted, I plan to post about every three months the status, my thoughts and plans for my writing. More of a trac...

❝¿Qué puedes hacer si la persona que te hace llorar tanto es la única capaz de consolarte?❞

✎... DUMB THOUGHTS | dumby noa's word vomit ꒰ miscellaneous spam ꒱ ˊ˗ not_me_not_you © 2019

A little walk through the winter forest for Seungmin, what could go wrong?

I can't always say how I feel, but collecting poems from the corners of my brain and the millions of half-full notebooks makes me feel a little better. I hope you can r...

renjun is jaemins, and no one can take him from jaemin - renmin - started: 09/05/2018 ended: 09/05/2018

Three times a charm but we're not about that around here, so here's book four.

BUT THE GODS CALLED YOU BACK. poetry. ii

my poetry has no rules my poetry is free i write what i want i write what i feel it is both a cry for help and a warning to stay away by chubbychips/lilfluff

Poems from the heart of the sick and the wicked. Songs sung from the lips of the damn. Lay in a night of perpetual repeating rumination. Those with the minds of the weak...