Poetryish Stories

we grew up together, but our paths are meant to be apart from each other.

― ‷ why am i so bothered by her ? ‴ (in which someone gets under jean's skin) ― [lowercase intended] complete ! -

A random collection of my thought and emotions. A small glimpse into my past and present love life. Will the trauma of previous love change how I feel, or will the jealo...

To the loss of a good person in my life, to an outrageous pandemic, to senior year, to betrayal, to friendship, to family.

This is mostly a journal, feel free to read it, if nothing else I hope my pitiful sadness makes you feel a little bit better about yourself. Whatever you do, don't feel...

[yoonmin] "Promise me we'll be forever together?" You nodded, and smiled, and hooked your pinky with mine. "Forever together." ----- winner of the LO...

all the little things I see in your soul, the simple things that connect more strings to you. you intrigue me, dear. you are a poet of your own soul and I am a poet of w...

Like the title said :) please give this a try you'll never know if you like it!! P.S. i don't know what genre this kind of book falls under please let me know if yk what...

You know those thoughts you have at 3am and your mind is just everywhere?

Here are little Snippets of what it's like in my head

❝I can never be beautiful, but I can write.❞ {Cover by genius_georgia}

They stood out, and because of it they were all best friends. ©Kayse the Savior #228 in short story[5-30-2015] #195 in short story [11-2-2015] #39 in short story [11-5...

❝All I loved, I loved alone.❞ - Edgar Allan Poe {Cover by JellyBeansE.}

This is jist a bunch of pictures I just RANDOMLY took while walking, or on a trip or anything else I just happened to cross by

Arlo 15 year old transmasc falls in love with Saylem 16 year old non binary masc representing. and Arlos life is turned upside down. (Cover art From Milk and Honey)

So...I've been thinking about the world we live in. And I've stumbled upon some stone hard truths...truths we most times turn a blind eye to...truths we refuse to accept...

you plucked my heart strings like flowers from my garden and now I ask you to forget me not ....::where louis is harry's neighbor who always steals his flowers on his wa...