Ponder Stories

Worrying about death...

Just listen to some calm music and let yourself drift into imagination

Everyone drowns in the hearts dark depths sometimes. That is good. There is nothing like getting lost to discover something that wasn't there before. *** A small collection of amateur poems I have written. I apologize if they don't feel like poetry, it's not really a set thing and that makes it difficult for me to warp.

If life is all about achieving perfections, why an imperfect being still exist here ?

Just me drowning in thoughts, trying to grasp them, to form them into words, hoping to understand them somehow, and to use the gained knowledge to save myself.

The title's pretty self-explanatory. Cover art not mine.

The way my life twists and turns and never ends.

hey wattpad world. i have many stories on my account, mostly being about Paris and London. i miss those places. but this one is just a little bit different. welcome to my thoughts. this is basically what i think about during the late hours of the night. i might sound a little weird, hopefully you can understand me. well, thanks for reading my stories and be sure to leave a star. 💗

A man ponders his death as the body of a friend pulls him down

Sometimes I need to think. So I do. And I come to various conclusions about various things. Everything in here is something that I have thought of and come to a conclusion about. I don't know what the point to reading this is for all of you. But if you feel like seeing my view of the world for a bit, go ahead and read.

From time to time I dabble in poetry. Nothing too long or too complex, just little thoughts and passing impressions. Like autumnal leaves, they drift about my mind. Here are a few that have settled to the ground.

I am no one special, but I think that's what makes it so special. The sound of a soul is a collection of poems written throughout the hours of my days. To whoever finds this. I hope some of these texts can speak to your soul, as it did to mine.

Why not mess around and see if I can poet?

Everyone has thoughts that they can't seem to tell other people and it bothers them. I know for a fact that i hide many things from friends & family and its hard to keep it in but i just cant tell other people. The same goes for everyone else. People of different ages, sizes, lengths and widths, they all have thoughts that they can't seem to show or tell another person. Do like if it intrigues you, and i'd like to thank the people that supported me from the beginning to where i am now! I hope whatever that i had written and the ones im about to write lets other people know that they arent alone in this world. With love, Tyson

random things that don't make sense.

Just some little words to describe what happens in my little head. Meant for relaxation and self analysis and understanding. It's not a fictional story. Meant for pondering wonderers. This is a work in progress until I'm no longer 16. Do not read if you're uncomfortable with harsh truths and depression.

Ephemeral: lasting for a very short time. Life is too short to live. But if we spent our lives rightfully, it can be the longest time beyond our life. Contents : poems, thoughts and quotes

There are words I didn't say when I should have. So I wrote them instead. This is not a themed collection. It's not about love, or healing, or heartbreak-though sometimes it touches them without meaning to. These poems are things I noticed. Things I kept to myself. Thoughts that showed up uninvited and stayed a little too long. If you've ever sat in silence, not because you had nothing to say but because you had too much-you might belong here. These are not answers. Just echoes. Just moments. Just me Not everything in here will resonate. But something will stay.

some random dude learning how to write