Wordvomit Stories

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

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

A little bit of poetry, very short stories, one liners, and a lot more rambling really. My very pretentious word vomits. Enjoy should've just named this random shit ngl

mlm for practice / motivation fluff, angst, whatever i feel like writing constructive critics welcome ♡

Book of poems, all written by me. Just a way to help my scattered brain. "I'm a wanderess, I'm a one night stand, Don't belong to no city, Don't belong to no man, I'm the violence in the pouring rain, I'm a hurricane." -Halsey.

What do you need to know anyways...

poems about what I think of randomly

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 die while those who remain still, continue a lift of never-ending abyss.

Just random words I thought in some situations idk I'm hesitant to call it poetry but I'm labelling it as such

.... i think i was a il bittle faded when i wrote this;which is very unlike me,frustrated yet hopeful about someone i was into and felt a connection with...but i dont remember...lol. Intense feelings of longing took over and i just word vomited and this is what came out after some refinement at a more sober time. (oct 7/16?)

this started out as a not at all serious poetry book but then i realized that i hate myself and my life just enough to be a mediocre at best poet most of this is just a word vomit since most of the time i don't know how to articulate the things that im feeling so here i try and figure out just what is going on inside me enjoy?

•poetry•

Like the title says, it's a free writing book, where I'll just write whatever comes to mind, no matter how stupid it is.

i am vomiting my feelings onto this , i'm okay i'm just touch-starved and sad at 4am

I don't know where I'm going with this but okay.

they aren't stories, but they aren't poems or songs. Just tiny rants that don't make sense.

I lost. The moment I realized. I liked you more. Than myself. **WARNING: DRAMADRAMADRAMA!~** This is only an outlet made to be extremely emotional and dramatic. Don't take it to heart.

This is going to be a collection of my before bed thoughts. Often times I'll be laying in bed thinking and I'll grab my phone and start typing. All of these thoughts are raw and unedited. Basically whatever words decide to spill out is what I write down.

I write these at my lows and highs. Sometimes they mean something, sometimes they don't. It's not really poetry, just a jumble of emotions and feelings... We don't talk about the cover photo in this house.😳

Poems written by... Moi.