Myyouth Stories

in·tro·spec·tion /ˌintrəˈspekSH(ə)n/ noun the examination or observation of one's own mental and emotional processes. One day i woke up and said I was going to write. Enjoy the beginnings of my craft. <3 oh and i definitely got that copyright so don't act up :)

just some thoughts i put into words mainy about love and stuff idk. just coping with my life here.

A poetry anthology on what it truly is to be human ...

@notyourbarbiegirl sent you a message; Highest #145 in Short Story! #Wattys2017 #ProjectiGotCancer

This is the sequel to life full of rejection i suggest reading the first book before this one. Madison has been super busy with her new life as a royal. Cameron barely see's her because she always has something to do. Can Madison put aside her responsibilities for her mate. Can their relationship survive. Especially with a new threat on the coming their way. Find on life full of responsibilities. All right's reserved to Moisa71 @writeoffthestreet made me this fantastic new cover! <3

Thinking about things you need to do can give you a headache. Thinking about people? That's a migraine. ••• Naomi Ruth /noun/ - a weird girl with weird hair that listens to weird music Eric Levitt /noun/ - a cute boy that likes to date for the fun of it Naomi and Eric /noun/ - two friends that aren't always friends Plans /noun/ - something Eric doesn't have until Naomi calls him at nine p.m. All Rights Reserved©GloriaSimon|2016

all the things i never said. a collection of short poems, phrases, advice. growth. love. balance. © 2017, Disha.

On depression, and recovery. ❝Perhaps this is our kingdom, perhaps our crowns are the green specks of light that fall into our hair. And perhaps this is our fantasy, and perhaps we have no crowns but collars, collars that bind us to our differences and drive away the threat of being alike. Or perhaps we have both crowns and collars. Perhaps these two are in a constant war against each other, just as we are all in a constant war against ideals.❞

poems that didn't make the cut. poems that are unprocessed and raw. poems about sensitivity, anxiety, self- acknowledgement, and so many other things....

words scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.

enjoy it or not but u have to bear it #LIFE

The sky speaks of me.

[ORIGINAL IDEA] In a world where music and any sort of rhythmic sounds are prohibited, brazen citizens continue in their search for creative sanity as they make their own music. Many realize that despite the circumstances and prohibition, there will always be a song inside of each human- our heartbeat.

Words that don't get out that become random thoughts

This is a set of poems written by a 15 yr old. From all that I have experienced form life (yet) to being a young girl. This is basically a part of my heart that I can't read out loud. I believe poetry is a way that reflects ones heart, mind and soul and that's how I got to this point to telling paper everything that I hold, in the beautiful form of Poetry.

❝black girl magic, emphasis on magic.❞ five witch clans in an epic battle for control over new orleans. one dark secret hidden from them, with a plan to kill them all. (synopsis inside)

and if only you knew how much she did love you when it lasted, you wouldn't have left. maybe. probably. THE GIRL WHO SPIT FLOWERS. a poetry narration book. seopresso, 2017.

What is it that I really need? What makes me want to keep living? What makes me want to wake up for another day? • highest ranking #158 in Short Story - 07/24/17 COMPLETE ✔

A bunch of handwritten poems in a different kind of way; at least, it's a style I don't usually write poems in. "We live in a world which is dying in the hands of the tertiary. We survive in a place where justice is just a saying, law is just for show. What we know as kindhearted, trust and love are nothing but fairy tales which never existed." -Truth Of The World, Janus Auzk. "The flames only you can cause and only you can put out, but these ugly scars and lost of feelings, you can't undo." -Beautiful Flames, Janus Auzk. "Each tune I blow, goes unheard to the stars, as the dust pushes me away." -Soundless Lullaby, Janus Auzk. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED® COPYRIGHT© JANUS AUZK #MyYouth I promise you, it gets better as you read.