Wordvomit mga kuwento

a souvenir of afterthoughts

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Word vomit of Monster within. The writer is not me it's the monster in my head. I simply type what he wants to write.

Just my random thoughts on fanfics and what kinda tropes should exist

The endless cycle of hurt and pain and love

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.

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 ]

This book is basically random word vomit and stuff I don't have the courage to say out loud so please no hate but I hope you enjoy!

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

you don't want to read a depressed person's monologue or u might recommend a therapist. jk.

Some of these are quite personal poems to help me deal with changes and issues in my life. If you think what I've said isn't necessarily true please no hate, it's just my opinion and experiences. I won't be giving context unless you message me privately because these are poems with private meaning. I'm really just storing them somewhere other than a notebook I'm prone to losing.... Enjoy xx MRGJHPR19

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.

another collection.

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

Poetry and ramblings written by me for various projects, both personal and school related.

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.

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴. * Some things are too heavy for a body this young. Some truths too sharp for a tongue still learning to speak. This is for those who have ever clenched their jaw instead of crying. This is for the ones who bled but were never believed. This is for you - if you've ever carried something too heavy for your age. Read with caution, rage, reverence, and maybe... relief. Not all battles are fought with swords. Some are written - word by word, breath by breath. I hear you. I'm proud of you. I'm here for you.

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.😳

Frenemies, you might call them that but the truth is they aren't. They don't hate each other neither do they have anything beyond acquaintance among them, they have learnt to tolerate each other (well what other options do you have when you belong to the same group of people), yet the entire school watches with anticipation every encounter of theirs. With these two you never know what will happen and who might win. Nathan and Kaira are two peas of a pod although they'll give you hell if you tell them this. They can't stand each other (or so they believe). So what happens when in one drunken stupor they end up sharing the bed? Will it become a new beginning for them or will they give each other hell for the enticing experience ( which they vehemently deny) they shared?