Invisible Stories

I regret my decisions. I chose to ignore my feelings and keep them in the dark. This led to the one I love leaving me. I was going to send a letter to him confessing my love. But once again I failed to tell him and I kept the letters to myself. So here they are, my confessions to him, the ones he will never see. The small insignificant letters that contain my whole heart. +++ ➵ book 1/2 in "The Lost Series". ➵ this book can also be read as a stand alone. awards: ➵ 3rd, Poetry Category, "Summer Book Awards" @Capybara100 status: ➵ started - 10/04/18 ➵ finished - 13/06/18 note: ➵ please don't copy me. ➵ i don't appreciate it and will block you and report you. ➵ no writer likes to be copied and neither do readers. ➵ readers want something which is unique and original.

Whether one is shy or socially anxious, one might become invisible. Similarly, the homeless are often not seen. What about people with mental illness? Are they seen by you? What assumptions do you have about any of these people? What do you assume about a shy person, a homeless person, someone with mental illness?

He's the poetry and I'm the poet.

"What happen to me, whats going on?" I gasped, dumbstruck. Alice came to me and said "Your one of us now." I looked at her then back to the mirror to examine my eye, it looked like a rainbow marble, I can't even think right now. "What do you mean?" I thought looking at her, my face was plastered with horror. "How do I put this?" she asked herself tapping her chin, "well, no one can see you anymore, except for others, like us, and if you learn to control it." she said, casually. I gulped, I'm so doomed.

Sky's life was going perfect. she had everything except the truth on what happened to her parents until an unwanted guest comes out from hiding.

My insides out, expressing myself through poetry.

[BOOK ONE] Loony Lovegood--the girl everyone made fun of. The girl with more to her than what meets the eye. She's different, you know (although I presume you already figured that out for yourself). She's special, and she has a story, too. Follow Luna as she takes on life's problems full of confidance and assurance in herself...most of the time. What is behind those dreamy eyes, those wacky glasses? What gives her the courage to stand up for everything she believes in without giving what others think of her a second glance? What's going on inside that spunky witch's blond head? Perhaps if you listen closely, she just might tell you, if you just gave her a chance... *********This story is based off of J.K. Rowling's book "The Order of the Pheonix". People have said that it is the most boring book in the series. Maybe Luna, here, can prove you wrong.

A mask, a façade, a defensive system are the virtual aspects of a human suffering. A brief poem I wrote, Blurry Face, explores a facet of a human in turmoil. Disclaimer: The title Blurry Face has no connection to Twenty Øne Piløts. Description Credits: @EccedentesiastElle - my best friend!

"It's not like anyone will remember me I'm forgotten anyways." Tay Valerie is your normal fifteen year old well.....nobody. Nobody to depend on nobody to say hi or goodbye to, no one to hug or say I love to. She was alone, scared, helpless, and weak. That all change shortly after he showed up. Flint Brook. The name made her knees felt like butter and she stuttered nonetheless when around him. But still a small part of her felt like she was still invisible, and the only reason he hung out around her was due to pity and doubtful ness. Yet she still couldn't shake her feelings off for him. Not noticing his feelings grew mutual for her as well.

In the affluent neighborhood of Ashford Heights, an unexpected invasion turns the residents' lives upside down when homeless squatters take over a prized estate. Despite the property owners' efforts to reclaim their land through legal means, the courts side with the homeless, citing new laws that protect squatters' rights. But the wealthy residents hold a secret passed down for generations-the ability to turn invisible. As tensions escalate, the invisible elite wage a silent war, using their powers to drive the squatters out, blurring the lines between right and wrong. In a battle for control, both sides fight for survival, but the invisible property owners will stop at nothing to reclaim what's theirs. Dark secrets unravel as the clash of two worlds reaches a boiling point, and the true cost of power is revealed.

I want to be invisible again, I want to be hidden.

This poem analogy was my final project in my Grade 12 Writer's Craft class 3 years ago.