I was in paper clothes, alone, and crying on a bed in the middle of the room where nobody seemed to care.

Welcome back to our little corner. Snuggle in, grab your comfort food and drinks, and get ready for more history, more tales, and more poetry. Since it's October, we will feature spooky fiction and even a little spooky poetry. Let's get down to History.

My beautiful people who stopped beliving here's something to relate to

This poem is about Autumn and the amazing but lonely times it can bring.

A poem about struggling to move on...

The poem centers on the feeling of regret, by not valuing what he had. Losing the hope that kept him going, the character is in complete despair, having no way to regain it, and redeem himself.

A poem that came to mind as I sat out watching the leaves fall and dance with the wind one day.

A pleasant rhyme that came to mind in the middle of the night.

I writer trying to explain their attempt to understand something that cannot be understood

Tales of an old tree. When you pass a tree do you ever stop and think? Just what kind of stories does it hold? What has it seen? All of the emotions and feelings. Just what has happened around an old tree?

Just a poem of how this moment is all we have.

The branches have fallen The roots have withered The skies clear What was I waiting for?

“You're the only one who can save yourself from yourself”

Written for The League of Ultimate Questing Podcast Season 2 Finale: (all character names are copywritten by The League of Ultimate Questing, 2024)

Written on 1/31/23, this poem queries why people tend to focus upon the highs and good moments in life, instead of on the darker moments.

A poetry headed as, "The Unknown Destiny Of Beats". Unknown of the event of amusement😲 Certainly in the fussy mart A lone angel🧜‍♀️ in the pink Took all my mind n soul, as I sink Leaning on her side to honour😱 her.

If you dare to be different, then you might honor the light shown from within.

Picasso thinks with his fingers, so why shall I breathe a brain?

In the dawn’s soft embrace, I find my way, With whispers of hope in the light of today. The sun spills its gold, a warm, gentle rise, Painting dreams on the canvas of endless skies.

being in a relationship that will only ever wreck you mentally and emotionally is awful