Freewrite Stories

Follow Griffin on his journey of self discovery, love, adventure, and conflict in the fictional world of Torenta

A collection of poetry of all the good and bad things. © All rights reserved.

perhaps we meet

Hey guys! Today's post is about a close friend of mine. She is the prettiest girl in the class, and as the words describe her, she always looks fierce. However, nobody really knows what is going on with her after the school day ends. She struggles with many things, and this poem is dedicated to her. By -Phoenix Studebaker

Poems , each one coming from a raw heart and pure emotions. Exploring the boundaries of what the heart can withstand while finding hope on the way.

sex drive so high don't need the dye

I belive my poetry's meaning should be found in oneself not determined by others

"the brave may not live forever, but the cautious will not live at all."

i don't own the picture and if you see ANY of these ANYWHERE tell me please. for these are personal.

Disclaimer‼️: You are now entering the mind and the heart of a teenager. All negativity and bad energy stop here. 🤟🏾 Only good vibes and good energy can move on. Inside you will encounter a collection of raw experiences and raw truth from up and down days covering a variety of topics. 🛸Anything read here is very personal and is not to be read-aloud, reproduced, or used in any malicious manner. 🚀 All of these writings were written as these feelings were felt and uploaded to heal and to hopefully touch other souls out there too. 🤗 • Now Fully Completed Story!! • Click "Read" to enter. Hope you enjoy. - Rayshaun (Aka: The Marble Poet🌌) [I would also like to dedicate this piece to all my loved ones, especially to my Grandmother Vivian who just passed.🙏]

To you, I was just a toy. I was something different from the basic boy. You wanna play, you wanna play with me? A little writing inspired my hard feelings and Will Connolly's song "Ms. Guided"

do not worry, I will not delete anything in this because if I do, I will slap myself and cry to sleep. each chapter will be numbered and will either have a poem, story, rant or a one-shot imagine of some sort. yus.

Blonde tresses and teal eyes, they sang me lullabies. Light brown locks and graphic socks, they pulled me out of the rocks. Auburn hair and spindly fingers, they offered to heal the pain that lingers. Three in a row. A little writing inspired by my hard feelings and Will Connolly's song, "Three in a Row"

Many individuals on the earth wanted to reach top and in fact few will be doing it in their life with sheer hard work and passion and few of them reach bottom in the process due to lack of patience or luck or destiny and now I'm am going to speak about the life of rest who got stuck and will be stucking in their life in MIDDLE and their MORNINGS.