Poems & Stories

Poems & Stories Random stories about life and poems as well. Any category, sad, happy, horror, etc. Just for fun.

23/01/2024

Hey You Guys!
Exciting News, I Will Be Writing & Posting Again Within This Week! Please Stay Tuned & Share, Like, Comment Etc.!
We've been Dormant For Quite Sometime, I Don't Know About Steph, But I'll Be Writing & Posting More Frequently.
I've Gone Through So Many Crazy Things In The Past 10 Years, You'll See It In Each Piece Of Writing I Post.
Stay Tuned & Stay True To Yourself!
~Vi

28/10/2017

Ive not updated this page in years, but I want to get in the habit of writing again. Expect more updates from this page.
~steph

01/06/2015

The chaos of yet another world encompassed entirely in her own mind swirled throughout the deepest and darkest corners of Nadia’s conscious as she struggled to determine what was real and what was not. The sky was a dark, crimson red and the barren landscape, full of worn, lifeless mountains and sand was riddled with pools of blood that were of the same color. War had taken over this desperate landscape and all that was left was despair and a broken, hopeless world with nothing left, not even the will to grow plants. Everything was dying, from the few people that had survived the absolute chaos of the Great War that riddled the land, to the land itself. Nadia heard the screams and the moans of the dying and near dead, and the constant whisper of those she was supposed to have saved hovered in the front of her mind.

“Nadia… Where were you? You were supposed to save us. You could have saved us. You were supposed to be our savior. You are nothing now, our world is fading. It’s your fault, Nadia. Yours.”
The voices of lives lost and broken spirits swirled inside of Nadia’s mind as she struggled to continue forward in the barren wasteland that once was the beautiful town of Faruj. What was once a town bubbling with life and rich from trade and commerce was now nothing more than a desert riddled with disease and death. It was her duty to try and find survivors, if there were any left. She wandered for miles, and was greeted with the continual smell of rotten flesh and the sight of nothing but mangled corpses; she was too late to save the people that needed her the most.
She knelt down and as her tattered veil covered her eyes, she began to sob as she realized that this was her fault. Mayhem broke out in her mind and she couldn’t control her emotions. The world of her dreams was in her control and she let all the people down by letting the world collapse from the inside out. This was never supposed to happen, but she couldn’t keep the peace. Nobody trusted someone who held her talent. Once the people of Faruj found out that she had full control of her dreams, they all began to question her authority, her powers. To them, they were all her pawns and they decided to revolt, and become the worst kind of revolution that Nadia had ever seen. One filled with bloodlust, anger, and hate.
The dull, aching sound of the alarm clock brought Nadia back to the real world, along with a severe migraine.
(raeanne)

05/12/2014

And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you.
(found via tumblr)
(steph)

04/12/2014

The sun and the moon,
They coexist.
One simply cannot live without the other.
Without the moon,
There would be no night, no cool down.
No nocturnal animals, no waves crashing in the sea.
Without the sun,
There would be no warmth, plants, animals.
Without both, there would be no you and me.
We need each other.
We need each other to love and to talk too.
To cherish, and begin a life with.
To have kids, grow old and to continue to love.
Without each other,
Our hopes, feelings, and dreams would not exist.
We would be soulless body's,
Empty minds, black hearts.
As long as we have each other,
Those things will never happen.
We can conquer our fears,
Fulfill our dreams of becoming one
And be together to love one another forever.
Til death do us part.

03/12/2014

dont you remember,
it was me who promised
life
when everyone else
decided it was better
if they
left
it was me
who ran into
your rusted one
bedroom trailer
forcing you to
puke up the
furacets,
promising i would
hold your hand
and caress
your mind
as you desperately
clinged to the
thought of
recovery
but the day you left
was the day
i promised id never
live
again
(steph)

26/11/2014

Times are rough,
Your heads in a jumble,
Fear not young one,
You're not alone.
I've got your back,
Through thick and thin,
You're my ride or die
That's not a lie.
Things may not be right,
But I'm with you in this fight.
You've helped me so much,
Through the tears, rage, and pain,
Even though all he played was a game.
You helped me see the light,
Helped me see the truth,
That's what true friends do.
So listen when I tell you,
Everything will be okay,
It will be alright,
Because I've got your back,
We will win this fight. ~Vi

25/11/2014

Once upon a time,
Darkness surrounded me.
Broken hearted and confused,
A soul bruised and I felt alone.
You ask me to wait, that I did,
Until I found out one day,
You moved on from me.
Swore up and down that this was true love and you weren't going to leave.
It all turned out to be a lie.
Everyone said, "You'll be okay, its time to move on."
One day, the light shown itself.
I began to realize how you truly are,
A user, liar, and a theif of hearts.
Dragging them along through the dirt,
I fell and it hurt.
You moved on,
I felt lost and all alone.
I did nothing wrong,
I still blamed myself for it all.
I carved into my skin,
Letting my inner demons win.
The blade became my best friend,
Once again after a long hiatus.
You proved yourself,
Stupid, weak, downgraded.
With someone younger than you,
Someone with a bad reputation.
I'm just another name in your book,
Luckily for you,
I stopped giving a f**k. ~Vi

24/11/2014

Working on something great and hopefully will be able to put it up tomorrow. c:
~Vi

21/11/2014

I remember very clearly the night I was so certain I was going to die; I was in my bedroom getting buzzed off Percocets instead of getting ready for work when I felt the vibrations of a kettle being slung against the wall in our kitchen and an anticlimactic scream immediately following. I tried my best to walk over to my door, and almost broke my ankles because I felt like the weight of a thousand tons had been attached to my shins, so I crawled over to my bedroom door, and that’s when I saw my own mother slashing away at my father with a butcher knife. He was in tears and trying to fight her away; blood oozed from his forearms and I could tell she had no desire to quit until she had ultimately been the perpetrator of his demise. I immediately sobered up out of sheer panic and knew it was my time to go. As I grabbed what little clothing and makeup i could fit inside my book bag, I heard my mother screaming my name, and it was terrifying to hear my mother screeching “Brielle… Brielle.. oh God, Brielle, come here.” after what I had seen her trying to do to my father. All I could imagine was I’m next, she is waiting for me to come down so she can turn me into a bloody mess along with my father. I was so ashamed that I was about to jump out my my window and run off for what I already imagined was going to be the darkest portion of my life, and then in a split second I swallowed my pride and jumped out of my window. No goodbyes, no regrets.
(steph)

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