Freewritten Stories

This story is being written as it goes along and hopefully it'll work out. What I'm trying to say is ... it has no definitive plot. Just sarcastic teenagers. *Note: the story isn't mature but there are some quite ... adult? ... jokes. So, yeah.*

a collection of poetry personal varied and off

Having yr own room can really fuck up yr mind 'cause of all that bullshit running around.

Kalopsia [ka-lop-se-a] Greek (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. Poetry. Mostly intertwined with Tales of Greek Mythology. "Will wonders never cease When my muse saunters the velvet night, And prays to the moon for fine dreams, With the voice of a thousand angels singing a symphony?" "You obliterated her heart Ruined her morality Invaded her thoughts without permission And filled her senses with poison." "A single flower, the Hyacinth To be here for all time, Til the earth goes for the long rest, And til we all are dying, And on its softest petals, I inscribe my sorrows "alas" For all time." #1 in free verse as of 1/21/21 #4 in poetry as of 3/24/22 #1 in dark academia as of 10/5/20 #1 in romanticism as of 11/18/20 #1 in light academia as of 1/16/21 #12 in poet as of 1/20/21