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Untold Tragedies
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shotsofvodkaandscars
Ongoing, Unang na-publish Aug 10, 2017
amateurwritingangstbitternesscompilationheartacheidklifeparadoxpoemspoetryquotesrealitysadnesssayingsshotsofvodkaandscarsstoriessubtleangstthoughtstragediesunknownuntoldwhatever
Simply a compilation of quotes, poems, and the like telling all the unknown and untold things that happened at various points in my life -

In other words, these writings have been created because I needed to vent somewhere and I cannot keep my thoughts as caged within the walls of my heart as I'd like.

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Some of these writings are a bit repetitive due to poor imagination, but please bear with me. Anyways, I'd also appreciate it if you don't steal my work, but if you'd like to feature it somewhere let me know. Thank you very much. 

Enjoy reading I guess •w•

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Singed - My demon ni Skullcandister
23 parte Ongoing Mature
A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.
𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲: 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 ni eryn-yeager
38 parte Kumpleto Mature
A book of various tale-like long poems which are based upon my feelings, thoughts, imagination and life events. "Towards the Sky", as its name suggests, is a poem book which aims to reach the Sky with it's growing feelings and emotions which everyone can see and feel. As a poet, with all the support by my readers, i will be on my journey towards the sky to convey my feelings. A sky where there's eternal peace, a silence which you can hear like a thunder and the love within your hearts which may awaken in this book full of emotions. Some of my poems are written for my school crush and Alisha5821. Wish you would care to see them someday, do you even know what you left me with? But, never know anything nor tell me anything.. It's ok? Published Since: 25th January, 2021 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Using the book as a personal Dream Journal after the first 25 parts of this book. Where I'll publish some of my dreams I've seen. Those parts contain a lot of insights about my dreams and love life ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Top ranks: #poetry : 8th #deeppoetry : 1st #lifeevents : 1st #hearttouching : 38th #storytelling : 41st #deepthinking : 29th #thoughtsandfeelings : 21st #poemcollection : 52nd #tales : 47th #poembook : 2nd #darkpoetry : 4th
The Scars I Carry ni Riah_caveDweller
36 mga parte Ongoing Mature
A collection I've put together of a few original poems I've written over the years. These poems are relating to personal experiences and emotions, and I debated publishing them for a very long time. I've finally decided to publish some of my work in hopes that they can help some people through difficulties, as writing them helped me. I will be adding more as I write them of course. There are various forms and styles so each piece is different from the others, although this collection follows similar themes. I will be putting trigger warnings for each and every poem that requires them, as well as which triggers are contained in which poems that way you have the best idea of what you will find. If at any point you feel triggered by my writing or by something else, please don't be afraid to reach out for help, you are never alone, I promise you. The themes/possible triggers contained within this collection are the following; self-harm, suicide attempts and general talk of suicide, emotional and psychological abuse, childhood trauma, mental health and mental illness (anxiety, depression, ptsd, anorexia- etc), death and dying-and others. Enjoy ❤️
Guardian (mxm) ni Forever_Be_Loved
32 parte Kumpleto Mature
Book 2 in Stray Series. I know I'm not worthy of a second chance. I've taken away so many others' second chances. I took their lives in my hands and each time chose mine over theirs. It didn't matter who they were, if they had family, how old they were. I had a job to do. If I heard even a whisper, it was over. I had to. I didn't want to, but I had to. It didn't even matter in the end. She's gone now. I'm all alone. Somehow, for some reason, a second chance was bestowed on me. But I don't want it. I can't have it. And he knows it too. -This story has depictions of violence, SA, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #16 in "Shifter" #18 in "Loss" #24 in "Werewolf" #26 in "BoyxBoy"
A Broken Optimist ni mybookobsession_
60 parte Kumpleto Mature
She's a lost soul, searching for Froot Loops in a world of Cheerios. Emotions. Inflicted by words, Creating signals to connect those emotions. A pang in your heart, the dull ache of love, a tedious, meaningless thing to some. The entire thing to others. Confusing, at the least. All consuming, at the most. We bundle it inside, Hide it in boxes, In the deepest crevices of our persona, Then suddenly, it burst free, tumbling into the atmosphere, filling every hour, every moment. Words convey it. Words share it. Through words, our emotions are liberated. Disclaimer: I wrote this throughout the course of a year. It had its ups and it's down in emotion. It ends on a happy note, I think. It has some overdramatic things in which my past self annoys me sometimes. But it also has some good pieces of thought. The world sucks. I can't promise that it's not going to suck, Because it probably always will. But there will be times Where the good in the world Makes it suck a little less.
The Greylands: Modern Edition ni SusanSkylark
1 parte Kumpleto
A land of shadows, of mystery, of obfuscated Truth. Welcome to the Greylands, that strange world, within the bounds of Time, peopled by mortal men. We cannot see truly, only as through a glass, darkly. There are things that move and have their being completely beyond our ability to perceive them. There are things beyond our mortal ability to comprehend. There are hints and glimmers hidden within the body of revealed Truth, but there is much we do not know, cannot yet understand, and could never dare dream. These stories are mere fancy, with a seed of Truth at their core. They play with the ideas of mortality and Eternity, Time and things beyond it, and of course the epic battle of Good against Evil. Each stands alone, and though there are common themes, threads, names, and concepts, each story is an entity unto itself and should not be seen as occurring in the same world or mistaken for installments of a series. These are random musings, not Gospel Truth, and should not be taken as such. Joy, hope, and encouragement are hopefully a byproduct, but certainly not sound Theology. If you would know more of the true world beyond these Greylands, one must be a careful student of the Scriptures, not of silly stories such as these. While still fairytales, these stories are set in modern surroundings rather than the land of Faerie! Each story is unique unto itself, and doesn't reference any other story, world or character elsewhere.
Release Me ni anna_rose01
43 parte Kumpleto
Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.
The Unknown Poet: Untold Soul ni Yeojob
22 parte Kumpleto
"Silence is the shadow of my pen." These are not mere poems for me, it is my emotion, a part of my life. ❤️ I now present to you THE UNKNOWN POET: Untold Soul. "I think I'll never be a poet." The Unknown Poet is no other than but me myself, and my SOUL that was and is never told. I am introvert and timid one so you can interact with me through these poems. Know who I am and my POETRIES. This piece is a revision and edition of Random Thoughts of a Dreamer, my first collection of poems here in Wattpad. I had added some poems and removed some from my first poem collection. I hope you'll be entangled with these piece. Thank you! Also support my first novel completed: https://my.w.tt/E3cb4yahFbb Trilogy novel: METANOIA books Awards/Achievements: 🥇 First Place in Poetry [03|07|21] - The Jewels Awards hosted by Kayla McKenzie 🥈Second Place in Poetry [10|25|22] - The Misfits Award hosted kek_lee_writes 🥇First Place in Poetry [10130122] - The Hearts Award hosted by waterandfire_xox
Unfinished ni levinbend
9 mga parte Kumpleto
"i spent galaxies wondering if you would ever fight back" II The pieces of Ellis' life were clicking together perfectly when everything shattered, leaving him and his other half simply... Unfinished. Accidents happen, but sometimes the aftershock is worse than the earthquake itself. Not only do I LOVE word tumbling, but I also love writing in action, so here is a mashup of a few of my favorite things! Hope you enjoy Unfinished. Don't be silent readers - jump in! Drop a comment (or a few), vote up, and share with your friends! If you like it, hit that follow button and see what else I'm up to:3 Thanks for reading - swipe up and let's go!
If No One Else ni stoneco1d
8 parte Ongoing
𝟏𝟖+| I was said to be 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞... 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. I had heard it so much in my life that it had manifested into a truth that remained rock solid in my brain. It consumed every surface of my body and mind like a deadly cancer It had become a promise to myself. A reminder. A standard. It was a rule applied to every person in my life, except him... He was the same as I was; no matter how different our outside identities were. We were cut from the same cloth on the inside. There was no denying that he and I were both broken souls left in a broken world. Both craving an eternal slumber before we met, but his darkness played so well with mine that suddenly it began feeling more like light, warmth, goodness... a happy ending. "...𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝗻𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲... 𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂," --------------------------- Partying. That was the one thing Chandler did best, and everyone in town knew that. But when one of her parties get out of hand and the cops are called, she's in for a rude awakening as she comes face to face with the new guy in town: Officer Herrera. He's wasn't like the usual officers she dealt with, and she finds that out quite quickly as she gets dragged away to jail for the night. They both wish to never see each other again, but there was something stronger than their dislike for each other keeping them together. The stronger their dislike grows, the more attached they become, until the lines become so blurred that they can't tell the difference between hatred and love anymore. They could say they hated each other, but if anything, a small part of them knew it would turn into love. If that love would last once everything was revealed... It was only a matter of time before they found out. ----
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Singed - My demon cover
𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐤𝐲: 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 cover
The Scars I Carry cover
Guardian (mxm) cover
A Broken Optimist cover
The Greylands: Modern Edition cover
Release Me cover
The Unknown Poet: Untold Soul cover
Unfinished cover
If No One Else cover

Singed - My demon

23 parte Ongoing Mature

A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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