Consumed Stories

How do you move on when you didn't even realise how fast you'd fall. When you go from being the type of person who wears her heart and her feelings so close to her chest to the point where they just disappear to someone who fell so hard for someone they hadn't even met yet. He made her feel so comfortable, like he was home. That safety she's been craving since she was young. That care and attention that was solely for her, that she never had to share and that she deserved. She went from holding back to telling him everything and he just left. Blocked and forgotten about. How could she let this happen? Someone who was adamant that true love didn't really exist and that everything men said that was the opposite was a lie. When was the point where it was too late to turn back? What can she do with herself now that she can't stop thinking about him?

A short original poem.

In my first collection of poetry, I'll be expressing the raw nature of anxiety, depression, heart break and the euphoric feeling of young love. Relatable and deeply intimate, comforting, these poems capture what it's like to go through so much pain and still be strong. Too fall in love deeply, while not knowing what your getting yourself into.

The truth be told In words you understand A deep message behind them all A subtle hint of anger in dreams A strong hint of frustration in hope A warning to all... Beware of the lies.

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❝when i look back on my life, stiles, i see far more pain than joy.❞ in which a girl sits alone in a dead world ::: #pfcc2k16 season 3b **extended summary inside** consumed trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=18NAawMl2Gw SEQUEL TO BURNED © lolstilinski 2015

The world which makes you live and the world which kills you within. The world which makes you learn, and the world which makes you a sociopath. This is the world Shay lives in. An incident in the past changed his life negatively. What will happen? Is the inoccent looking boy as innocent as everyone thinks he is? Or is he much more disturbing than what you had been prepared for?

A short free verse poem about my experience leaving a christian cult and losing everything in order to find true freedom in who I am and the ability to make my own choices without fear.

David has been falling into darkness since he was just eleven years old. With no living family, no real direction of what to do and arms full of scars, David constantly sleeps with girls, smokes, parties. Anything that will take his mind off of things, he will do. Candice Fulton has always been searching for that someone that will make her experience new things. She wants to get out there, hand in hand with someone, and explore what the world has to offer. And when Candice's eyes land on David (in a not so compromising situation), he gives her a chance to do just that. But with darkness consuming his mind more and more every day and deadly people entering his life, can he stay in tact with his humanity long enough for her to help him? Can she lead him out of the dark? Or will the dark earn yet another victim?

Have you ever wanted to be seen? Seen for who you really are? The protagonist wants the same thing, but he is never seen in the way he needs to be. In the middle of New York City, he drifts through friendship, sex, pain, drugs, and love, searching for the right kind of attention and always missing it. He questions almost everything. He listens. He observes. But who listens to him? Trying to become the person he envies and escape the stereotypes placed on gay men, he finds himself haunted by them instead. (This isn't supposed to be something extravagant, just a fun little world I wanted to create, this is just a small story I decided to write because I was bored.)

Poetry to nourish the soul and mind, for better or worse.

Imagine yourself in a room filled with darkness and the only light, the only hope was from one small little flicker of warmth given from a candle as it was slowly melting away. What would you do once the light was gone would you let the darkness consume you or would you wait....Alone...And cold just for that warmth of light to return so you could feel it blanket over you so you knew you were safe? Quite obvious what I would choose but the path for light isn't always so easy. Cause once you escape the Dark and enter the light you will find that Darkness always fights back. Meet Jewel Noir and ya she can shine like her name or be dark as her last, this is what I guess you would say is "her story" but it's not just Jewel's. So I hope to meet you in her adventure of life in, "The Light of the Dark"

A girl, who wanted more. Boys, who didn't know what to do.

This work is a reflection of my thoughts. My biggest problem right now is derealization/depersonalization disorder. (DPDR) is mental disorder in which the person has persistent or recurrent feelings of depersonalization or derealization. It is described as feeling disconnected and detached from one's self. - As if your life is a movie and you are floating around in your own world, unattached and disconnected from your body and physical self. I first started experiencing DPDR when I was 11. It was such a foreign and confusing feeling. I felt as if my entire mentality had been invaded by something I was too young to comprehend. I expected it to be a temporary episode that would be gone before the next day. Well, 7 years later and it's still hitting pretty hard. I've done a lot of research and found that it stems from anxiety and stress. I feel the effects of DPDR 24/7. Not once has it completely subsided.. For years I've ignored it and acted like everything was alright because I knew people were getting tired of listening to me complain about it. I've been to multiple doctors but nothing has really helped. This is something I have accepted but will never welcome. I often feel consumed but writing is one of my escapes.

When you can't help but want your emotions to consume you.