Deeep Stories

I write among my deepest ventures and passionate aroma of sensible imaginative conquest.

Personal stuff

Things effect people in different ways. These are my stories. Maybe someone will find some sort of peace in knowing they are not alone.

Just a bunch of quotes and lyrics and songs that I've found. I don't own any of them, all rights go to the creators! There might also be a little bit of swearing in a few of them but nothing much, I hope.

Dead part of me write . Dead part of me is a poet . Dead part of me fight . Dead part of me is a boet. Dead part of me fly.. Dead part of me don't lie . Dead part of show . Dead part of me not hide .

Willow, her heart full of love and happiness, but she has torn apart because of simple words, words filled with venom and hate, her eyes sting, but the whispers stay, through thick and thin, who is this man that whispers to willow? Why does he speak and demand Willow as he pleases? Willow wants an answer, she's unsure if she should follow these whispers or not, but she hesitantly steps towards the journey that awaits her. Date: 2019

Every baby is taken by the government and returned when they are ten years old. They never remember what happened in those years, but they always recognize their parents. All but one girl , who knows that those are not her parents.

Sooo, yeah. I don't really expect anyone to read this, but I enjoy writing poems (that are waaaay to deep as for who I am) and I wanted to shere them with someone that I don't really know. Enjoy, if someone is actually going to read this!

Just my thoughts and not so much poetry as to say just things that float around in my head