Scintillation ✓
- Reads 31,666
- Votes 3,670
- Parts 102
This is a collection of poetry and prose about stars, love and the like. It is a glimpse inside my mind and a full view of my soul. My thoughts are like celestial dust: quite useless on their own, but once they come together, create a star that gives off its own light entirely; that scintillates. These are simply some of my explosive, supernova-like thoughts; and mostly mindful drabble.
© Copyright 2016 by Lily White. All rights reserved.
All Rights Reserved
#116
theliteraryawards2017
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Can I Say Goodbye?
I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?Complete
•"Unspoken: A Tale of Silent Love"
"Every day, I held back the words my heart screamed in silence. This isn't just a story-it's a confession, written in shadows for someone who never looked back. A journey of first love, forever ache, and words that never found a voice." But still somehow surviving with help of people with true intentsComplete
My last light
Through poetry, this is the story of a boy traveller who once asked the stars for someone and then had a defining beginning. Now, his past begins to be a companion that torments him and leaves him without strength. There comes a time when the ice beneath you breaks and falls no matter what effort you make. Everything in it freezes, the darkness makes way, silence is the only thing there is and continues to fall to the point of being forgotten. An enemy appears and is the strongest to face. That is not all, the emotions do not seem to be of help, since it remembers certain people in their past and with it, the mark that each one left. Every light that he knew in various aspects of his life is fading, what if they all go out?Complete
Pieces of Moonbeams
Pieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am relieved that my pieces now have a home. (They aren't in order and published randomly, though.) It's my dream to atleast publish a book before I turn 18. If you like it, please smash that little star. Thank you.Complete
Falling notes
Poems.... Poetry.... Condensed words... Of love, sensuality, erotism, despair, broken chords and blissful sighs. Of the world, life, the mind, the universe and the beings we never know. Of fear and that which constitutes of us. Of what we are, what we wish to be and what we become. Notes and notes that sing and speak and cry. That mumble and scream and lament. ... Welcome. **** Read♣ vote♥ comment♠ share♦Complete
Letters the Moon Forgot to Send
Poems by ; missinkiejaneskie There are words I never got to say - words that lingered between the heart and the night sky, waiting for courage that never came. This collection is for those letters, for every emotion I sealed away in silence, for every moment that deserved a softer ending. Each poem in Letters the Moon Forgot to Send was written under the quiet company of the moon - my silent witness, my only listener. These pages carry the warmth of longing, the ache of things unsaid, and the bittersweet beauty of letting go. They are confessions wrapped in starlight, small pieces of my heart that I once tried to hide. Some poems are about love that stayed, others about love that left. Some are about the versions of ourselves we outgrew, and the people we couldn't keep even when we tried. But above all, these poems are about remembering - that even when the world forgets, the soul remembers. I wrote these words not to be perfect, but to be honest. To remind anyone who feels lost that they are never truly alone. That somewhere, someone else is looking at the same moon, holding the same kind of ache, and still choosing to hope. So here they are - the letters the moon forgot to send. Maybe they were meant to find you instead.
Message Not delivered...
CAUTION: I DID NOT PUT MATURE ON BUT CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS OF ABUSE INCLUDING S/A... & probaly some swearing. There will be disturbing sh*t in here. This book is a poem book of my life pretty much. Its my thoughts and emotions spoken in a different suppossed to be more emotional and deeper way then just looking at what happened and crying about it. What happened can never be fixed but I won't let those people go by un-noticed and I hope karma sincerely kicks them in more then the ass someday. I don't wish pain upon no one but I do crave for them to just UNDERSTAND what they made me feel since they all walked away without a scrape, just a smirk on all their faces in the end. Or they're narcassistic. Theres also letters to people who I still think of to this day that will probably never read them but you guys still hold a special place in my heart. This book is letters and poetry to all; people of my past, present, future, and not only just SURVIVORS but WARRIORS too. You're never alone my loves... Welcome to : "Message Not Delivered"Complete![3:00 AM Thoughts [ Complete ]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/209333200-256-k128730.jpg)
3:00 AM Thoughts [ Complete ]
Thoughts at midnight. Love. Heartbreak. Loneliness. Encouragement.Complete
I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?
More detailsContent Guidelines