Is This It?
Is this it. Is this all.
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Is this it. Is this all.
A feeling is like a burst of emotion, Spurred on by the slightest notion. One of love is a feeling of fire, In your heart the strongest desire.
Always over thinking everything I see. Must be a reason why this or that has to be. Within minutes my minds full of multiple meaning. And always to the negative I find myself leaning.
My solitude is my mind. My true love is inside to find. A kiss upon my tender lips. There is nothing more I want from this. My lips go to part. I say those words. And write them down.
Five years ago, she fought so hard to change the way things were. She turned her own life upside down; such determination was hers.
I can't sleep tonight, I'm afraid to turn out the light, I think I'll hide under my covers, I'll stay out of sight There's a shadow on my wall, I'm hearing strange noises, The monsters are coming..
I'm a self confessed anti hero of love. A realist of the heart. An organ that pumps blood all day, to me has no finer art. I've never pledged an "I love you", in the closing minutes of the day.
2day I tried 2 write a love song. But the words just kept coming out. I tried 2 make it happy, kinda chipper. But every other line became a Lil more bitter. Maybe my past is catching up 2 my present.
7th October 2012 So today was one of those extremely tired days. I went to visit P but fell asleep on his sofa for over an hour.
Only 14 years old, I'll be 15 in May. And I hope to be a writer one day. I play a lot of sports, especially hockey. And I've never broken a bone, never will if I'm lucky.
"What's this called?",You may ask, Happiness, of course, and this is genuine, I wear no mask. My joy pours throughout me, I get my happiness from no flask.
IT'S ME AGAIN. YOUR RESIDENT RAMBLER. THIS TOPIC. THE FUTURE. 1) Fact: I am terrified of the future. It's weird to think that every single decision I take now affects my future.
We use the word home a bit too freely. So I ask myself where is my home really. Is it the house I grew up in, soon to be left behind. Or is it the one I'll move into when its my time.
Hey guys. I'm in a way unfamiliar with Opuss and not so popular here, but I'm creating my first challenge. I created a poem that's quite long, and I don't know what title I should give it.
I started something crazy today; Writing letters to myself, because I want to always remember who I am, know myself better, and hopefully improve my writing skills, as in books, that is actually how...
They say I am a smiler. But underneath I cry. They say I'm always happy. But sometimes it's a lie. They say 'Oh she's the brightest.' I'm not, I only try.
I'm always aiming to write The perfect words for a perfect poem A poetry that speaks not only of - Disjointed words, and flowerly rhymes, I do not write for pennies and dimes.
A dark twin in the light, Disappears at night. Does the moon have its own. No, it's always dark, always alone. I like to talk to mine, Just to ask if it is fine. But it's rare I get a reply...
I never write about me... I guess it's 'cause I can't sum it up too well at all (and I'd probably end up rambling and depressing you all!!.
I know what sadness is. I know how it is to be hurt, I know all of the worst nightmares. I know so many painful things nor will I ever forget them.
Life is full of ups and downs With all the smiles comes the frowns I like to think I'm positive and upbeat But sometimes I have to admit defeat I never go down to the depths of despair At my...
I'm a bit of a Jekyll and Hyde type, one minute I'm quiet and boring and the next I'm bouncing off the walls and probably very annoying.
Maybe my heart is fragile. Like a box full of glass. Because everyone I've ever loved. Remains only in my past. I'm not sure what love is. And probably never will. I thought it was something magical.
Plato did it, so I can as well. Extending thoughts about things unknown, things unheard of before this time. Getting inspiration from those like Socrates and refusing to preach it.