Untitled Stories

What does it feel to live out a book that's untitled?

Untitled is a character me and my friend created, it will contain lore of him.

For everyone who needs a little something in the middle of the night before trying to finally sleep.

A short story on a boy's self-reflection.

Whilst looking through my old Google Docs (which I use to write) I found this little early gem from a few years before I even wrote my first book/poem. Have fun reading this untitled lost gem I found!

When I first started writing poems, it was in my creative writings class. I had written interesting poems before, but the class and that teacher really inspired me to make ones I was proud of. I always liked writers like Robert Frost, who I learned about in class. I loved how the first reading was always easily deceptive and that you really had to pry and think to uncover what was being said. A cover hiding an ulterior motive. So, I strive to write in that same style. The title of this collection is named after its first poem, a poem I made because a very obnoxious student told me my poems needed to be named "Or how else is someone supposed to know what they're reading?" I choose to believe that whoever is reading can come to their own conclusions, without a title or name to guide them. We all think and interpret differently, so each poem is untitled. It's your job to give them their perfect name, for you.

Read it and find out...

Beauty So fragile and striking A wordless wonder That softens the hardest hearts of men And steals the words out of the most loquacious women It gives you an image We ingrain into our memories Tatoo to our chests Imprint into our minds Beast Traipsing through our flowery memories Only to leave waste Your self confidence and joy stolen from right under your nose By a virus that just won't quit spreading A tumour that just keeps growing A cancer that ravages ruthlessly We soon start comparing everything to this form We start labelling things varying degrees of beauty We start molding ourselves and others into this commonly accepted notion of beauty It becomes a religion A cult If you do not fit their definition of beautiful You are shunned Frowned upon Labelled as ugly, but who are we to chose who is ugly and who is not? If we were all made in Gods image then surely we are Flawless? We don't think so You don't think so We become trapped in the tormenting black hole of our poisoned thoughts Like sitting in a empty room without any other form of life We start thinking we already don't count as life So why not make it official? I fear one day the miniscule strength we have to put down that blade will be gone. Vanished into oblivion And we will hit the ground never to get up again Like fallen stars in a b black sky This is not only my struggle but yours Some have it harder than others But at the end of the day aren't we all on the same boat? We are the oppressed Oppressed by society Oppressed by our thoughts And unfortunately oppressed by these so called comrades All that is left of us are the scarce remnants of a once mighty army Proud warriors The beast stole all our fight with the excuse of beauty Because they are one in the same Beauty is the Beast

I have a passion for writing poetry, I quite love it so So I'm here to show it off, Many you will see How many you may ask? The answer is unknown. So just enjoy my poetry, of which the titles I don't know.

Ilang araw, nakatayo pa rin ako sa harap ng salamin, pinagmamasdan ang aking sarili na sinusubukang ngitian ang aking mukha. Nakaupo pa rin ako sa aking mesa, gumagawa ng listahan ng mga bagay na makapagpapasaya sa akin, at kadalasan, bumangon ako at iniwang blangko ang papel. Ang paglalakbay ay nararamdaman na masyadong mahaba, pahirap, at madalas na malungkot. Gayunpaman, kapag tumingin ako sa paligid ko, nakikita ko ang mga katulad na ekspresyon sa akin pagod, malungkot galit, nalilito hindi ako nagiisa. May mga katulad ko at marami pa rin sa kanila ang nagmartsa pasulong. Malakas pa rin ang paglalakad sa kabila ng mga butas ng kanilang mga sapatos, sa kabila ng mga hiwa sa kanilang mga paa at higit sa lahat, sa kabila ng pinsalang dinala sa kanilang mga puso. Tinanong ko sila kung paano pa rin sila nakatayo kahit na sila ay tinutuya, pinagtatawanan dahil sa mga bagahe na tila hindi nila kayang bitawan - pagkatapos ay sinabi nila, "magbingi-bingihan ka, mahal, makapangyarihan lang sila kapag ikaw. ingat sa kanilang mga salita." Mahaba ang biyahe, pero at least, na-enjoy ko ang view at naaamoy ang magagandang bulaklak. At siguro, may pag-asa sa dulo nitong lane.

some poetry that i wrote

This is where I post everything that doesn't go into my art book. Have fun. (Disclaimer: I swear I'm okay I just like writing existential dread kinda stuff)

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This was based off a short little comic i made, but i'm making it into a book on wattpad here. - There's a girl named Tyler and she basically lives her life getting bullied and not caring. Until she meets the bully's brother.