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• Everything here is mine
• Do not copy and claim as your own - give credit
• I apologize in advance and warn you of any cussing
• Basically just poems - mostly rhyming
• You may find some poetry disturbing - sorry... :/
• Regardless, hope you take the time to read this
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"Friends are like feathers. They hold you up and keep you strong, but without them... You'll fall..."
- Myrah Rogers
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We are too drunk and he is too close and even though we are in a room full of people, we are too alone. -------------------------- Notes: This fan fiction is dedicated to people who have experienced loss, people who were bullied, who struggled with their sexuality and or their race. People who use humour as their coping mechanism. People who feel like outcasts and freaks. People who fell in love with their best friends. You are not alone. You are Albus. And this is our story. It is also dedicated to grief, for showing me the true price for love. And most importantly dedicated to my one and only best friend. This story would not have seen the light of day, had our paths not diverged and our friendship not quietly scattered to the winds. In the closing of chapters, I made sure that the echo of our promises that we once held were not just words, but something truly heard. I will never not think of you during storms. Make sure to leave your thoughts and enjoy ;) This story can be also found on Ao3.Concluída
Creepypasta Boyfriend Senarios
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Thoughts of a Juvenile
Words are sharper than knife they say. Yes it is true. Some perfectly moulded good words can both make and break a heart easily. A poem is a group of such perfectly moulded words given wings to fly. They fly through the mind and heart easily. A hobby is an activity we do to express ourselves, our beliefs and our thinking. For example through drawing, dancing, singing, etcetera. Writing a poem is one of such hobbies. Here words are used. These words and messages are far more twisted. A poem hits the mind, a good poem hits the heart. Thoughts Of A Juvenile is just a collection of my poems.I started writing poems when I was 8. I may not be a great writer. But yeah I write to express. There have been times for me like many other teenagers where I thought I was lost and helpless. There have been good times too. I'm standing on the edge of teenage now, telling you that you can survive this. You can survive everything. All you need is to find your strengths. There are sad nights and then there are mornings full of opportunities. Don't give up. I'm here and I'll always be here. Whenever you feel down just remind yourself "Be stupid". Go out in public and the eat the food you like alone, ask out your crush, flirt like there's no one watching, dance like a ghost has possessed your body, prank people, have a little chat with the nerds you know. Surviving is an art not many can master. Be a Master. There are mistakes in this book and I tried my best to correct them. But couldn't correct them all. I would really love to receive reviews and criticism. Vote if you like it. Comment your views. And follow for more poems. Add it to your reading list or library.Concluída
A Broken Optimist
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.Concluída![My Poems: The Story of Your Life? [Completed]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/4413192-256-k248511.jpg)
My Poems: The Story of Your Life? [Completed]
[COMPLETED] My first collection of poetry. There are 50 poems: I hope you enjoy it. It was the story of my life. Is it the story of yours? Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 - InkButterflyConcluída
Mind {Prose Vol. 2}✔
❝In my mind, there is pain. I am exhausted. I feel defeat from my hair tips to my feet- my body feels the stress weighing down on my shoulders. I try and try every day, but nothing seems to go my way. In my mind, there is pain, yet I try because one day, I will feel great. The body, mind, and soul are connected, and it is up to us to determine how to respect them.❞ - Me These writings are my observations and perspectives, some full of laughter and fun, others painful and dark, suffocating, leaving me with nowhere to run. ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿ A collection of unedited poems I wrote extemporaneously (ages 16-18), as well as a chockfull of quotes. This books contains my: Poems 105- & Quotes 96-175. Formerly known as: ❛My Poems and Quotes Book (Vol. II),❜ 2017-2020. Volume Two of My Poems and Quotes. Feel free to check out Volume I, labelled as ❛Body,❜ on my profile. Don't forget to vote and comment; I love engaging with you guys! :D ✿✿✿✿✿✿✿Concluída
Allow Me To Love U...🤍
heyy ....have a great day to all I'm new in story writing...if u find it interesting than support me ...❤️ If u find mistake than make me correct.....and thankyou to visit me...❤️ A thing which is unknown...you can't consider it as bad one ...becoz somewhere it heals u...🖤 You can't consider it as good .. becoz it hurts u more than healing.... still u want to chase that , wants to feel that feeling trying to find it out what it is..? The dream u want to achive . Apart that u know it's impossible to have..🖤 Yesss...! this is something u might have feel..or u're in that .. Might u're searching Orr..u 've lost the thing u want to abuse..still u know that this is the most beautiful feeling in world.✨🖤 U want to think about that ...but whenever u starts , u feels like cry...a burden on Ur heart ❤️ Once that person gives to hug...u forgets everything...Ur sorrow, Ur pain and how much tears Ur eyes lost ..💫 U wants to feel that ...that one wants to feel u...💫 But that relationship is unknown...✨ " He said there is lot of pain in loving him...try to hate me..it will give u relaxation...." "Forehead kiss gives u sukoon, But lip kiss unlocks the moves " Sara 🖤 Pranav ©All rights reserved
Deeper Healing
"As I passionately kiss your lips and breathe all of you in, release your pain to me; let me inhale it and let my soothing touch heal your broken soul. -------- What starts as soft glares and innocent forehead kisses turns into something more carnal, deeper and wickedly tempting to explore. She isn't looking for true love, a concept she has given up on searching for. What her soul burns for is a man's touch to set her body ablaze and consume her completely in a whirlwind of intense pleasure and ecstasy. He desires a vibrant woman to do all the wickedly sinful things burning in his mind to, one who can unleash the dominant beast in him and torture sensually with all the pleasure he has to offer. She seems to be all he's ever needed and maybe someone whose heart he can heal and stitch back in place piece by piece until it can beat hard in her chest again and say his name. But nothing ever comes on a silver platter, especially with loads of drama and misfortunes tailing each one of them from sources closer than they could ever imagine. ⚠︎Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content, mentions of sexual assault, mild language, drama and is a slowburnConcluída
We are too drunk and he is too close and even though we are in a room full of people, we are too alone. -------------------------- Notes: This fan fiction is dedicated to people who have experienced loss, people who were bullied, who struggled with their sexuality and or their race. People who use humour as their coping mechanism. People who feel like outcasts and freaks. People who fell in love with their best friends. You are not alone. You are Albus. And this is our story. It is also dedicated to grief, for showing me the true price for love. And most importantly dedicated to my one and only best friend. This story would not have seen the light of day, had our paths not diverged and our friendship not quietly scattered to the winds. In the closing of chapters, I made sure that the echo of our promises that we once held were not just words, but something truly heard. I will never not think of you during storms. Make sure to leave your thoughts and enjoy ;) This story can be also found on Ao3.
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