Pensive Stories

This is just a little attempt at poetry.

A journey.

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Autumn is a beautiful but pensive poem that falling leaves recite with great enthusiasm so that the world will remember them as they bid farewell to the world. Welcome to my anthology series. Welcome to EQUINOX.

A poem that pulls you into knowing the mysterious and highly complicated act of sheding tears...

I wrote this poem for an assignment in creative writing class. It's an "I Am" poem.

All of Emily's life, marriage had been a very bleak topic, but after meeting Thompson, for the first time in her miserable life, Emily realizes that marriage might've been tolerable after all. Would she have appreciated regular Victorian life if Thompson had been the one she was asked to wed? She would never know. But she does know she loves him dearly.

The manifesto of dreams , against the suffering that life brings , find the balance by all means to sew all that belongs to the seems ***A book of poems , and late night free writings***

Just a little poem about writing.

Pensive /ˈpɛnsɪv/ adjective engaged in, involving, or reflecting deep or serious thought.

Thoughts thrown out of my mind

...Journals are more of a journey of trailing thoughts of whim. At the moment, what I feel translated into words to parlay some message. Sometimes obvious, sometimes vague - even to myself. As a reader, join me on that journey and perhaps help me to decode these thoughts.

Billy Eyesore, a thirteen year-old boy, lives in a dystopian future full of fear of the AIS and life. He has been recruited to war and must decide if he will follow in his father's footsteps and die or run away and probably still die. Follow Billy Eyesore and his dog, Ais on their adventure.

yes, you goobers! donkey is back...with more poems! silly, pensive, lovey-dovey...you'll find, in due time, the poem just for you! I'm hoping to share more poems on this one...will have a schedule figured out when i figure it out :p enjoy my wee compositions! love yall! possible TWS: (will add to these if necessary)

Gintoki and Shouyou didn't need to talk. They understood each other with a single glance, or with just a gesture. Most of the time, they didn't even need to look at each other, the entire thing just natural. Gintoki letting Shouyou handle some tense situations with villagers because he knew Shouyou would not want him to intervene this time, or Shouyou refraining himself from wrapping a blanket over Gintoki's sleeping form despite his shivering because Gintoki hated to feel restrained by covers. A relationship where words were useless. Or, Gintoki's relationship with silence, and with Shouyou.

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My story is about what i think about to myself. It may become deep or it may not, something interesting always happens but hey, it's life. You are welcome to write a comment on what you think about , good or bad, fine by me. It will be about life , advice , people , or anything in general. I will be doing one page at a time

After the death of his beloved godfather, Sirius Black, during his stay at Grimmauld Place over the summer, Harry decided to have a good look at his godfather's belongings which he had inherited. Halfway through his search, after finding many pictures of Sirius and James, old letters from Lily, James and Remus, he stumbled upon, to his utter bewilderment, a pensive, one not very different from the one he had previously come across in Dumbledore's office. The pensive had a parchment attached to it which stated.........