Empty Stories

letting my imagination run.

Who? Ramblings. Fragments. Notes. Thoughts without direction. Understanding without words. Pieces of a mind that wont rest. Unkown. Unnamed. Forgotten. Who are we thriving for in the end if not us? Who will be there if no one cares?

A sad but happy and funny story about a guardian's interesting life.

❝no❞ might make him angry, but it will set you free. - if no one has ever told you, your freedom is more important than their anger. HIGHEST RANKINGS: #28 in poetry #25 in poetrycollection

A Star who has lost everything but was able to gain the most precious thing. Find Him. Seek Him. Believe in Him. God is my everything. My Mind's Reflection -This is one of my mind's reflections where I reach my hand for Him in my process of healing and becoming a kind who deserves Him

A quiet unraveling. Specter Self is a poems exploring identity, silence, memory, and the space between who we are and who we show the world.

The Child of the Mountains "The mountains don't scream. Neither does he." That boy was Shigeo Shirakawa. He didn't cry. He didn't seek vengeance. He simply survived. Now, Shigeo is a man of two worlds. To his family in the quiet village of Izumi-mura, he is a gardener-a steward of the earth who tends to his radishes with a surgeon's precision. To the Empire, he is Colonel Shirakawa, an eerily competent officer who wields the Imperial Martial Code with the same cold finality he uses to prune a stray branch. But the peace he has carved from the stone of the world is a fragile one. When Empress Yulina Berillius-the "Gilded Brat" of the conqueror-arrives in the East on a tour of "Solemn Remembrance," Shigeo does the unthinkable: he refuses to kneel. He dissects her authority with a few sharp words and walks away, resigning his commission to protect his home. The Empress doesn't respond with a cage; she responds with a map. In a move of chilling genius, Yulina withdraws every Imperial legion from the Eastern border, leaving the region wide open to a massive Thalassan invasion. Her plan is simple: let the "White Demon" of the mountains defend her mines and fields for her. Let him bleed his people and break his own soul to save the land he loves-only for the Empire to return and reclaim the ashes. Caught between a ruthless Empress and a literal storm of invaders, Shigeo must become the ghost the mountains remember. He doesn't have an army. He has hunters, farmers, and a mind that views war as a math problem. With the star-iron blade Yoshi at his side, the "Gardener King" will show the world that the most dangerous weapon isn't a legion-it's a man who has decided that some weeds simply need to be pulled.

"She always knew she was different than all the others... That's why she wanted to tell them something, but she never had the words to say it..."

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it seems that nowadays society provides unnecessary dangers that create illusions and images until eventually you can't tell what is real and not real minds are strained lives are broken realities are distorted and it feels like anything you wish for is hopeless.

This is a book of poems. They will explore the deeper feelings within the soul. These will be of the people I know or of what I've felt. There is no story but more of a story within them and the meaning behind them. People hurt and people suffer. People laugh and people cry. Everyone and everything has something to say and it all is to be said in this book of the poems.

This story consists of social media posts, text messages, and more!! So yeah. ❤️

She met him when she was young and ran away with him when he came back a few years later. He doesn't really have a name but goes by The Doctor. He has a blue box that's bigger on the inside and travels through time and space. It's called the TARDIS. Living in the TARDIS with The Doctor is absolutely crazy but Zara wouldn't ever give it up; she knew what she was getting herself in to and it's exactly what she wanted... Or is it?

Smiles....They are easy to plaster, But hard to tell the difference. The difference of a fake and a real one. Easy to fool- they sometimes fool me too, My own smiles. Highest Rank: #222 In Poetry #71 in unbelievable

This is a collections of poems that I wrote as a way let all of the pain I was feeling out. I hope you like them...

Thoughts written as words

Locking yourself up, listening to music and creating your own world, isn't going to help you. I've been there, in fact, I'm still there. Trying to get out of this dark, solid, small room. GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE! I'm sorry for that rude interruption. I've been stuck here for years and can't find my way out. All I have to say to you guys, besides read this poem filled story, is that there is hope. You may be hanging from that tree branch right now, about to slip into a huge pit of lava, but I'm here to hold you up and give you life again. Don't waste such a priceless life because you're lost. Find your way through, FIND THE DAMN DOOR AND DO WHAT YOU'RE MADE TO DO! That's what we're made to do. Find our path through the forest and live it. REMEMBER, if your heart monitor isn't having it's ups and downs, then you would be dead.

"Chasing Happiness" is about Sam, an arts student who feels very alone even though he's at a busy university. Through his art, Sam tries to figure out his feelings about love and finding his own happiness. He's been hurt before and feels lost, trying to make sense of his place in the world. The book takes us through Sam's journey as he looks for meaning and joy in life. It shows how happiness is something we all chase in different ways, and makes us think about what happiness really means to us.

' "Sticks and stones may break my bones,but words cannot hurt me." Do they not know the power of words? Do they not know the world was made by words? If someone were to tell you,"Just go kill yourself" Every. Single. Day. Wouldn't you feel the hurt and pain? Wouldn't you consider what this person has said? Wouldn't the words be embedded on your heart? Words can kill. Be careful of what you say.' <Note> Both my friend and I have taken the time to write these poems, we hope you enjoy our poetry.

random collection of poems and some drabbles i've written.