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he saw colours and i saw words

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adolescence creativity fiction friendship highschool poems self-expression story teenfiction

He was an inkblot in the sea of white paper.
She was black - ugly to the world, and important to every masterpiece.
  
In white-walled schools of students being herded in one direction, there aren't enough lines to hold her words, nor enough colours for him to fill in his sketches. Maybe they can find those missing parts in each other, two clear comets in a sluggish crowd of blobs and faces
  
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Violet's Delight by lyazar

"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22

Live, love, laugh and die. This is just life! (Songs and poems from the heart) by michaela_ferris

These poems that i have wrote mainly come from my depressive side or my romantic side. They all express who i am and what my life is like. I write these poems and share them with you because i hop that they will help you get through difficult situations about love, self-harm or suicide. I hope you all like these poems. I agree that they are not for everybody but i have wrote themto help you and me!!

MY HIDDEN THERAPY by Quillweaver05

Heyy guys! Here I am composing a love story. I love writing and the reason why I started writing this story is because I wanted to create a world of my imagination. This story consists of the people of my imagination. Although I have imagined the male lead while the female lead resembles me. This story is a sweet high school romance between two top students. An egoistic male lead who falls for an easily irritated girl who suffers from self-doubt. Let's see how they meet and bind in a beautiful relationship of love and friendship and how they become each other's unpaid hidden therapy. I hope to give life to my imagination through this story. I hope you'll enjoy reading.

SOUR PATCH by kreachermuch

As if in slow motion he snakes his arms around a very tall stunning girl who looks like a goddess herself. Then all of a sudden he smashed his lips against hers... My chest tightens as I can feel my heart drop and break into pieces down by my feet. There it is my fear completely unfolding in front of my eyes. (the description is not very good but pls give the story a shot ) Cover by: ME edited by: SareenaDaredia #8 in HUMOR 06/07 #39in TEEN FICTION (04/29/15) © All Rights Reserved 2014 kreachermuch

Rarely Does Someone by Authorkkanwal

Overthinking: the art of creating problems which don't even exist... . . . . He's a charm, who hates making friends, as getting attached is his biggest weakness untill her... . . . . She's a dreamer, living in her own fairytales. But her fascinations don't cease untill him.... . . . . He's a poet, a writer, scribbling beautiful life experiences and has decided to not change the said thesis untill her.....

Stolen Pages by theloneranger_

~Her words were my poison. I used them to consume myself. Disturbingly honest. Painfully strained. Carefully penned down. Dangerously addictive.~ A journal that landed in the right hands and told a whole story with words, no lips could speak. Two people bound by the pages of a book that tore their souls apart. He found it lying around and wondered what could go wrong. He didn't recognise the handwriting but he knew he instantly fell in love with it. Then it began. The assault of words on his life. He couldn't believe a word she wrote but somehow he did. He knew more about her than anyone else but he knew so little about who she was... It was maddening. How someone could have such an impact on you without having a single conversation with you. Her precious words tortured his existence, they drowned him in misery, created a black hole of words around him, gave him everything he needed to live. Made him fall in love. Gave him a world of his own. Made him believe in rainbows, unicorns, coffee, the basis of happiness, the meaning of every sunrise, the mystery of every deep ocean, she made him human. He knew he had to find her. He had to find out who she was. He had given him all the clues he needed but none of them were enough to prepare him for who she was. But sometimes... The journey is more important than the destination. Sometimes, the journey is the destination. A book full of stolen pages and a boy full of curiosity. This was how he let her shape his story. __________________ Description inside. Italics = Journal entry. 500 word chapters. Okay, so I don't know if you want to read it yet but it would mean the world to me if you could give it a shot.

I Fell in Love with a Bad Boy by Beautiful_Tragedy8

CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014

Something Mending -- VOL 1 by EllieAO

Of Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength, that exist within time, but lasts forever. Of Sadness, sadness that always returns, Of Trauma, trauma that runs in deep, and the art of dying, every time. Of Scribbles and rambles, unsaid words and sealed pain. Of Life, Love, Pain, Sadness, Trauma. Of the art of rising like a phoenix, every time. Of Anxiety and Paranoia. Of Anything bad, Of Everything good. This is a story of a girl, it's a continuous one. A story of a sad girl, very lonely, but beautiful, intelligent and strong. She's a self sabotaging narcissistic girl, but also a talented, skilled and brave girl. She is riddled with anxiety and depression, but somehow finds ways to get up each morning, thinking of beautiful things. She has loved and lost, hurt and being hurt. She has not lost herself, but she has not find herself either. This is the life of a girl, laid before you in poems and thoughts. Here is a piece of me, and in here, undoubtedly, you will find pieces of yourself too. I am a mess, but aren't we all? | formerly SOMETHING BROKEN |

N o c t u r n a l by winter_jasminee

Into the ocean that has no memory. Where everything exists ephemerally, Where there is no past nor future. They became one. The memories they shared together, danced within the interval of faraway waves. Please don't leave anything behind, For this ocean, is the only one that doesn't know us This ocean will be our whole world. -𝒜𝓇𝓈𝒽 🌙 Luna is a hard working girl who is liked by everyone in her school. ✨ Nova is a nonchalant delinquent hated by everyone in his school. 🌙 Luna is very simple and she's always surrounded by nice people. ✨ Nova has piercings and tattoos and he's usually surrounded by troublemakers. 🫧These are some rumours that everyone in the school is talking about but, are they really true? 🫧what will happen if these two completely different people meet each other? 💫stay tuned to see how their stars will collide and destiny will unfold!💫

Bound To Be by thee_arielle

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MY HIDDEN THERAPY cover

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Violet's Delight

"Well then. That's the first time a girl has ever rejected my close proximity," he said, eyes ablaze with a playful fire. "You better get used to it," I retorted as I spun on my heel and headed for the school doors that led to the outside. "I've never met anyone like you before," he called after me, this time, not coming after me. "I know, Romeo. I'm a special little snowflake," I called back, not turning around. "You got the 'little' part right there, Princess!" he shouted after me. I threw up my middle finger back to him and heard him laugh as I exited out the doors rather dramatically. ... I'm tired of all those high school stories about a straight-A girl student with the perfect life who falls for the stereotypical Mr. Bad Boy who wears leather black jackets and only has a soft spot for her. That's not how the real world works, sweetheart. I may look like a damsel, but I'm never in distress. ... Not me making fun of the "she's not like every other girl" trope <3 o.o :)) I like to think I'm funny. After all: #3 in amusement 10/22/22 #1 in banter 10/31/22 #3 in friendship 11/7/22