histórias de Imagery

NO IM NOT CRAZY- I made this bc I was bored and im single asf so why not! If the writing is bad oh well suck it up... It's suss-posed to be a one shots type thing..

It's more like a love story by someone who is always feeling lonely. So how this love story goes by someone who haven't experienced a true company yet? it's more like the gentle breeze brushing past, stirring everything in its path. :)

This is an image book. Pictures of Fine boys ranging from light to dark. There will be lots of updates since all I have to do is find good looking guys😍😍.

lists of things that remind me of my friends / people i know !!! love them !!! (all of these are obvious as to who they are if you know me lol sorry about that y'all)

Some thoughts in my mess of a head

It's not just destiny if it's ingrained to one's very existence itself. As birds are meant to fly, As fish are meant to swim, can you really blame a flower for 'Seeking the Sun'?!

just a lil short story with my character levi !! such a sweetie,, maybe i should put up an official picture of him idk bc i still need to dRaw one

Pretty much, I just write random whatever in here, poetry, short stories, whatever come to mind. If you have any wonderful suggestions, feel free to share them with me, just as long as it's sfw.

When the prosperous land of Busan was divided and under different political leaders. When money was the most powerful and eternal god.Two souls intertwined. In the Mandeokdong district of Busan lives Kang Jieun, a cheerful and innocent girl who can't harm anyone as they thought so .A girl who is more than what she appears to be .Meets Park Jimin, infront of whom her walls crumble. Will the flame ignite their souls? Or will they burn themselves? ******************************************* She looked at him with tears stinging her eyes * Love?...i wish it was real Jimin*

A book of poetry, amongst other things. "of these things I am grateful: these hands of mine, that fold into stars at night to take and burn and illuminate these books that turn into secrets at four a.m., and when I press my fingers close I can feel my steady beat- I know hands are made for making too. the ghosts in the back of my closet, whose weeping faces I have kissed again, and again, but despair leans on these walls and I know there is comfort in hiding and there is weight in my feet, my thoughts, my words: I am better for it."

a book of haikus. an ongoing project that will extend for one year, until there are 365 consecutive poems. started february 5, 2021. discontinued february 16, 2021. restarted june 29, 2021. restarted once again on january 13, 2022.

uhhh this is just a collection of poems i've written, it's sorta like a work in progress so i just add anything i write here:)

A poem about silent expectations, unseen tears, and the weight of dreams that feel heavier than failure. Between ambition and self-doubt, this is the story of a student learning to breathe through disappointment - just a sigh beneath a dark sky.

I AM NOT KILLING PEOPLE. I AM KILLING BOYS. © 2022, erys aden

"even through the abyss🕳️...stick with me👣" *a heroic sonnet*

I write to compensate for my inability to voice out my feelings at the right moment.

On the scattered islands of the North Sea, each isolated village lives under the shadow of a sinister force with high demands. As tradition holds people captive to this grim cycle, Isaac begins to question their fate, feeling a growing urge to defy the ancient rituals. With a few unlikely allies, he dares to confront the mysteries of his island and its lurking terror, setting him on a dangerous path that may finally break the bonds of fear that have ruled his people for generations.

A collection of poems I've written over time. Some are whimsical and carefree, most are thoughtful and reflective, and a select few are dark and brooding. I tend towards free verse, so, to those who don't like free verse: beware!

Just some poems I made

what is a human, if not a sentient entity of carefully crafted mistakes?