Bottledup Stories

The story will be two perspectives. will the occasional third. You'll understand more when you start reading. MY BEST FRIENDS LITTLE SISTER MBFLS Derek and Kaden have be...

(DISCONTINUED) Leila. The most headstrong, stubborn, rude girl the little town's seen in a long time. She knew what she wanted, where she wanted it, and how she wanted i...

Dinah Jane One shots of varying types.

True story She only ever wanted to be loved - out loud, in daylight, without being someone's secret. But love kept leaving. Fathers. Boys. Friends. Every promise broke...

Emotions are a tricky thing. They're confusing and fleeting. I want to bottle mine up and put them on display so you can have an insight into my thoughts. Pent up frust...

In which an obscure relationship leads to sleepless nights and relentless thoughts. In which too, a girl find a way back to herself. -jar of thoughts-

I write down in words until it all not longer Hurts

Everything I need to say but I just can't find the words

I'll probably use this place to vent about emotions or just to I guess show my story? Anyhow please don't bring any of this up if you know me it's really private..

I am, bottled up.

some poetry for the soul. mostly the things i keep bottled up, with a fear of letting out.

Why do we put up walls?

it's been a long day guys

A book of thoughts, which we wish and care not to share sometimes, the feeling we do not care to speak out loud.

This is just a little poem a made while I was waiting for my family at a PowerMac store. I felt a little bored, so I thought of writing something on one of the iPads the...

im just..... i dont know anymore .

I feel like I keep a lot of things away from everyone and I feel like I should put them into a story so everything you read are actually my feeling that I feel, so I hop...

Paz is an illegal emotion bottler who sells her concoctions on the black market, and there's every chance for something to go wrong. She is also being blackmailed by roy...

thoughts into words, words into scribbles. copyright © 2014 quixotical [poetry #439/ random #902]