02:00 a.m. thoughts
- LETTURE 1,067
- Voti 241
- Parti 22
#105
insomniac
Entra a far parte della più grande comunità di narrativa al mondoFatti consigliare le migliori storie da leggere, salva le tue preferite nella tua Biblioteca, commenta e vota per essere ancora più parte della comunità.
Potrebbe anche piacerti
this time i'll get better
some short stories, self-proclaimed poems and presumptuous writingsCompleta
Meraki // Poetry & Short Stories
A collection of short little stories or ramblings I write when I'm bored or spontaneously inspired :)) • random updates • warnings posted above any chapters that need one • beware of triggering poems/stories • im a sad bean sometimes •Completa
Midnight Thoughts ✔
"Writing can heal us too." ㅡ Midnight Thoughts is a collection of poems, real life conversations, fictional stuff, unsent letters, and most importantly, thoughts. This is for the ones who haveㅡ ...had their hearts broken. ...gone through bad breakups. ...experienced unrequited love. ...never had their thoughts heard. ...been afraid to express their feelings. ...loved and lost. ...tried and tried to love themselves. This is for you, and for the heart that has been broken so many times but still manages to stay alive.Completa
My Personal Deity
Dark Poetry TW for suicidal thoughts/actionsCompleta
love and such
Me: how can i help? My heart: write the poemsCompleta
Poems of Pain and Solitude
For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.Completa
It's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]
Più dettagliLinee guida sui contenuti