Writting Stories

This is Just poetry, this is just my thoughts. I write poetry to let everything out. I hope you love it more than I do!

look further than your arms reach. further than the water jug.

it's a poem i wrote few days back , i have been thinking about alot from past few days soo one day i just sat and pen down few things and this what i came up with , maybe it's about something deep and beautiful. we know people come and go but some memories stay , few words always stay with us soo keeping such things in mind i wrote this ~ hope u guys like it love u all :)

My feelings on paper. Mostly poems I write in class when I am bored...

Short quotes and thoughts about life, love, and healing

''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain away, But maybe I can help to ease it as much as I can. You are all loved. All writing belongs to me, unless stated otherwise. This is my blood so please don't take it and pretend it is yours. Because you are not the one who bled on these pages. Please respect that. {c.d.} #wattys2016

A small town girl named Bella try's to pursue her dreams to become a dancer, a couple years later she finds out she has cancer with only little time to figure out everything.

Sometimes it's okay not to be okay...

I tried...... No one wants me........ Fat, Ugly, disappointment, smelly....the list goes on....the list of my misery. Tears stain your chubby cheeks. so young but so broken. No hope left.

This is crybabies story :-)

My poems, Lyrics I like or find, Radom thoughts, Songs, and many other writings I can come up with, on my own.

My mind is dark My heart is hallo The only light are the things I write So go ahead and follow Follow me into my world and what I think but can't say Follow me to a place where demons rome all day

Read to find out! Its Pretty Short.

'' Poets are eternal wonder in the world. They walk the Earth and their eyes large and mute grow near the things. Leaning an ear on silence that surrounds them and torments them, poets are eternal blinking in the world. '', A. B. Šimić

this is a place where i write poems about my emotions, whether they be happy or sad. this is poetry.

here is my safe place

it's just everyone's favourite uncle frank trying 2 b hip w/ the kids & write a fuckin blog book. have fun, children.

I just like beautiful smiles