Insignificant Stories

Poetry from the brain of one SilentDream. Including imperfection, perfection, life, death, and love.

Yes, I've made a book of random things. So far it has bad poetry and contest entries. Literally half of these are for the Stardust Contest, which I won! So yay!

so basically this is going to be full of, well, shit, like my thoughts, rants, updates and random things because I'm so original and no one has ever done this before :-)))

A story about a fool who can do anything and everything... (Let me know if you want me to write more chapters of this nonsense...)

Just random thoughts on how we are living our lives

Poems❤ for you and for me this is actually the second part of a series of poetry books. The first one is available on my page and is called "Severed Silence"

Do you know about the butterfly effect? It is when something so insignificant as stone being thrown into the ocean causes massive waves further on into the future. I knew that it existed, as things were always changing, but I never knew that me speaking with an old man named Akihiro Aburame would change so much of my future. Or that Himoka had to go away for the day. These are the things that changed my insignificant little life in this big big world. My name is Haruka Aburame, and I am an insignificant blind girl playing ninja in this world of bloodshed, war, and assassination. Life would be so much simpler as a bug. That way, I am equally insignificant to everyone else.

In•sig•nif•i•cant (adj.) Too small or unimportant to be worth consideration

Random collection of poetry written by me...

Derrek is just a normal teen going about his teen life like he always does. It's not really much nor important. It didn't matter. He wants to care, but doesn't find himself able to. After a family disaster, will he be able to get himself together and take responsibility? Or will he succumb into disaster?

There's something about living in a world of seven billion people that makes you feel insignificant. Even if there are lots of people around you, somehow you still feel lonely, as if you were almost a shadow in the corner of no one's eye, or a drop of water in an infinite ocean. I've had a hard time coming to terms with this, but there's still one thing that keeps me going: I may not change the world that much, but if I can change just one person's world for the better, every evil I have endured on this earth is worth it.

I love writing, a lot. I also have emotions to work through, because hey, who doesn't? This is called Unanswered Poems for the Remaining Unrequited because I often feel unanswered, I feel alone like I'm the only one left, and I feel like I'm not going to return. But poetry helps me get through stuff, and I hope when you read my poems you read something you enjoy.

It is a story of finding the meaning of balance between work and life from the eyes of a millennial. Does it have to be an endless struggle for importance, making an impact and fight to death the right to belong? Society and some of its ways are weird for me and I hope to magnify a perspective of openness to tackle work ethics and why work does not pay in every way.