Crestfallen Stories

a poem

Writing is one of the best ways to unravel the chaos inside your mind. At least, it is for me. This is a collection of poems-some are drenched in sorrow, some are tangled in questions, and a few, just a few, might hold a flicker of hope. Okay, debatable. But err.

In the middle of the action, I was once again lost. In the middle of the action, you were no longer there. In the middle of the action, they'll watch as the tears stream down this empty face. I miss you. But missing you isn't enough anymore. You'll never be there.

(On-going) If you ask a lot of people to choose between sunrise and sunset, I think more of them will choose sunset. What do you think is the reason? Because for me, sunsets are glorious and peaceful. But how come that the sunset that I used to love and wait every time the day ends becomes the one who reminds me of the pain that she did to me? The sunset that gives me hope becomes my weakness. The sunset that gives me peace, now brings me chaos. Everytime I look at the sunset, it always brings the memories back. It all started under the sunset and also ends with it. "The sunset is beautiful, isn't it?" Good to hear right? But let's focus on its deeper meaning- It reminds us that no matter how good things happen, it all still has an end. No one stays permanent because as time flies, it will also disappear, it will also leave, it will be gone.

Once upon a time, I fell inlove with a person who can't love me back. The End.

There was once two guardians of a tree: Error and Cross. Error was protecting the positive side of the tree where positive feelings roam freely. Cross, on the other hand, protects the dark and negative side of the tree. That leaves her being bullied and made fun of. Error has many friends, including the villagers at the nearby village. Cross has tons of enemies hating on her for not being good enough like Error. However, one day, Cross decides to pick an apple from Error's side of the tree. As soon as she touched the apple though, the whole tree started to decay with negativity. Confused and frantic, Cross didn't know what to do. The apple in her hand started to fill with negativity. And when she thought that eating the apple would be fine... Little did she know that things weren't gonna be good, wasn't it?

English | #16 IN POETRY © 2016 kyeriella all rights reserved book cover made by @OhWanderlust_

You left. And forgot to tell my heart how to go on without you.

Letters to you from a stardust soul (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*

Sorrowful, desolating and starkly written poetry. All originally structured by me. This is me basically just purposely reminiscing about the times of darkness. Truthfully the times of heartache, splintering friendships and regrets. Bleak although somewhat creative. Some of these poems are particularly related upon some fictional background. However most are based off truthful and startlingly depressing events. Most of which I have had to witness. Assorted Few (Crestfallen Poetry)

This novel follows the journey of Alex, a high school student who struggles with anxiety and depression. Unbeknownst to him, he is a descendant of a group of supernatural beings known as "Malachs," and his bloodline holds a secret that could change his life forever. As he navigates the challenges of high school, Alex begins to uncover the truth about his heritage and his connection to a mysterious new classmate, Lila. With hints of mystery and supernatural elements, this novel explores themes of identity, belonging, and the power of the unknown.

Late at night.

Welcome to my short stories collection! Every chapter is a different story. Buckle up for a roller coaster ride! My Only One - He did everything. Everything. Crestfallen - A Soul Reaper's story An Encounter with Death - The ugly truth about life and the beauty behind death

A short poetry about two souls that was destined but forbidden to each other.

Crestfallen. Adjective. dejected; dispirited; discouraged A series of poems drawn from the darkest corners of a soul burning to ashes in a world on fire. Cover photo and design by Katherine Anne

A collection of random poems and thoughts✨

Time heals but the process is agonising. House of cards is the collection of words of agony...

I gasp, but no sound is made against the trees’ overwhelming screams. I look up through the breaks in the black branches to see scarlet seeping into the cloud encompassed sky, as if my own blood was staining it, pouring my life into it.