Fading Stories

Our eyes met as strangers.. a brief encounter in a shop

After being frightened by a fading Starclan cat, Sedgekit finds comfort in the most irritable cat in Starclan (This was written before Ivypool's Heart) Tw: depression and existentialism

Few things you whisper to yourself that are meant to be sacred and unheard...... But a times you want to be heard.

Eye opening exchanges of words? Thoughts better left unsaid? Unconventional lines of poetry? You can call them what you like But they are simply A set of conversations between a enigmatic pessimist and lonely optimist. Or maybe it's all just utter nonsense That's up to you to decide

When I saw you I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew. After the dawn two of us, we welcomed the morning together. The cosmos moved for us. There was nothing slightly out of place, our happiness was expected. Don't let go of my hand forever. I wont let go of you either... (Inspired by Rupi Kaur and William Shakespeare) Highest Ranking: 9 in taxi

This poem is about my beloved grandmother that has dementia. She is with us physically, but no longer mentally.

Your condition has become impossible to ignore. You wish the same could be said for yourself.

I am Edith, the imagination of a boy who has forgotten about me.

when three lives are flipped

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Everybody has them; everybody will lose some... Join Luke as he takes a stroll down Memory Lane. Who knows, maybe we might find something interesting there.

Old Heroes don't die, they fade away. Charlie and his owner, a youth activist recovering from the traumatic end of his movement, were living a quiet life when a young women walks into their house and makes tea. Why this stranger has come is unclear, but there is no mistaking her goal, she's come to fade him. And our hero will never be the same again.

just a collection of love poems I have written I hope you enjoy 😁

How could he leave his wife, alive or in memory, when she is with him at the beach... on or under the sand?

Nihil est Verum...Seventeen year old Amy always knew she was different from the other people in her small town, leaving her to be lonely...an 'outcast' That is until the day when the seemingly familiar Zane moves to her school bringing with him an air of mystery that soon makes her question her existence in the world... Has her reality just been a long dream and her dream in fact her reality? And if so which is her true self...

Darkheart is dead, but her parents, Oakpelt and Silverfur are not. Shadoweyes has a destiny to defeat them with her own parents and Ottertail,her new mate. Can the four cats defeat Darkheart's parents?

In my opinion, poetry is one of the most beautiful gifts that can be received or given. Poetry can be several different things. It can be used as an escape, a hobby, enjoyment, a present, or many other things. Poetry can save a life, and Poetry has saved mine on several occasions. This is my poetry.