Projectbreakfree Stories

'An unfulfilled love story.' They exist in this very minute as we read it.

In this planet, there are over 7 billion people living. All with different names and backgrounds. No one can tell the future but one can tell of the past. It's not always happy, but we try to move on. We all have stories to tell and someday these stories will be passed on. Will they like our stories, be inspired by it, hate it, relate to it? It will all depend on who they are, I guess.

Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? ~ All poems are mine and belong to me unless stated otherwise. Some of these poems may discuss political l issues, issues of domestic violence, depression, stereotypes that annoy me to no end, things about the sky and how trippy it looks sometimes (fine that was just one poem), and miscellaneous things that come to my mind. Highest Ranks: May 4, 2016: #357 in Poetry Cover Credit: the lovely @RheaDay97

Now is everything and nothing at all. We suffer in silence when we should be speaking. Speaking not only for ourselves, but for everyone around us as well. - note: all different stories with different illnesses on hold

When we receive a scar, the pain is even effective once the moment passes away. And not everyone can numb from the pain. Perhaps, yes, you may recover, but it stays with you. It's a part of you. And there is no other choice but to accept it. Library Awards Fall- Special Blurb Award ________ #ProjectBreakFree ________ © 2020, Ahana Jey. All rights reserved.

She's drowning, slowly in a tank, in her own emotions. And she can't get out. And will anyone ever save her? [Cover by brokenpencil21]

Stop holding into them So tightly that it might Break you from inside Lose your strings One by one It may be painful But it would Better than being pulled Towards them When you know They're never gonna Look back ********************** MERAKI {Greek} (v.) to do something with soul, creativity, or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work.

What is Project BreakingFree? #BreakingFree #BreakAllChains

Each night when I lay down In my bed With my eyes open wide I think about life And the thoughts Which are bottled up Inside me Are slowly drowning me Finally, I had some courage To share my thoughts With the World Comment, vote and share. Enjoy and Happy reading.

She is like a sunlight to my dark days She is like a laugher to my sad days She is like a solution to my every problem These are some pieces of me where she belongs to me.

"A song yet Unsung" is a collection of poems. Poems about life, love, broken heart and the struggles of life. The author has combined together a life force that gives his readers inspiration. ©Alphawrites -Achievements- ⚪3rd runner up in African writers Awards ⚪Added to @WP_Poetry Reading list ⚪Added to @projectbreakfree Reading list -Rank- #552 in poetry [January 11,2018] #635 in poetry [January 9, 2018] #832 in poetry [January 1,2018] #921 in Poetry [December 29,2017] ▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫▫ The beautiful cover by @Gemhali

"Miss Believer is what they call me, if only they respected my truth." Since I was a young girl, I knew I was a boy. But no one respects me enough to care, no one even respects me to tell me my full name. But don't worry, I know to an extent I am loved. For no one is as well known in this place as Miss Believer.

These voices Inside my head Keep screaming Even though I try to block Them away Tells me the Story of the Past Which I try To forget SERIES #1- Voices #2- You ruined her #3- So the faith will weep

One little girl, kidnapped at the age of five. Zinnia. One angel, drifting away from the promised land. Peregrine. - The Writers Awards 2017 winner for Mystery/Thriller's Best Storyline - Zinnia was only five when the men came for her. She was a few hours older when the nightmares attacked. But there's something more to this constant slumber, something that will soon reside inside of her, and it's something only she can exorcize. Peregrine controls her nightmares, this angel, and he's taken a liking to manifesting fear and being in control. But when he learns of her prediciment, his emotions attatch to her and he is sent to find and save her. But there's something sinister controlling her now... Will Zinnia find strength and save herself, her eternity, and, possibly, the others that are like her? Or will she turn her back and crumble beneath the weight of evil residing inside her brain? Can Peregrine, the Nightmare Dreamweaver, save her from the road she unwittingly tumbles down each day, or will she be fuel to the eternal fire burning beneath her feet? ᵇᵘ'ˡᵈ'ⁿᵍ ᵐºⁿˢᵗᵉʳˢ - cºᵖʸʳ'ᵍʰᵗ ᵏ. ʷᵉ'ᵏᵉˡ MADE IT TO ROUND 3 IN THE WRITERS OLYMPICS! Yay!!

Our life is a poem and its up to us on how we'll gonna make it a masterpiece..

You don't want to understand Even if I try to explain So I let my words out To let the world hear it I have come from The place which Was once called home ************************** Nexus Easter Nominations #1st place

❝you don't really care if it hurts a lot.❞ where two lost souls collide . a kim taehyung shortstory © solastae 2018 . (highest ranking in shortstory #202) ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Book 1 DRAWING FOR THE COVER ISN'T MINE AND CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER

"Welcome to BADLANDS Ashley. You'll be in Room 93."