Scribbles Stories

Hello and Namaste whoever stopped by here. Poetry is a beautiful way of communication. It's the remedy of your messy thoughts. This book has got the collection of poems that I used to write during such times. Hope you can find yourself in my words, and relate yourself to the metaphors. Thank you for stopping by. Keep reading.☺😊 Enjoy and keep sharing yours too.

i can art ????,, my confidence is back with another piece of shit... im sorry to those f e w ppl who actually thought my """art""" was good and voted for it,, though im not sorry i deleted the first one... it was actual crap

Laura had just returned from school and plopped on the bed to read her favorite comic, zoophobia. She loved the art by vivzie ( thanks vivs!!!) And the funny characters like jack and damian. But what happens when she gets sucked into the comic? And starts on page.....1....

Sometimes in the journey of loving them unconditionally you hurt them unconditionally. 🥇#rhythm (6/11/22)-(25/11/22)

Expressing yourself via writing is not as handy as it seems. Having millions of thought in minds and jotting 'em on a piece of paper is as difficult and tiring as weightlifting. Getting emotional at times while expelling it out on blank sheet. Arranging my not so random thoughts. I hope you find it engaging and relatable :)

Help

I'll just post small doodles here once in a while. Maybe I'll post like actual art thingys I do. I doNt knOw. All drawings belong to me, don't post them without asking me (eh not like they're good enough to be reposted HAHAH) Yeah much love fam P.S The cover page for this, I temporary. I mean if I wanna change it/ remember to change it, I will :D (It's currently a ss oF kimdonghan from his music video focus MUCH LOVE GO STREAM)

2020 - ?

Unruly musing will inevitably spill out of an overactive mind.

Allo! Take a wild guess what this book does! ... *ding ding ding* You're right! It reveals some tips and tricks to giving life to your character through bodily structure. Here, anatomy is everything! ~Scribble

Perhaps paper wasn't made for writing. Perhaps the first paper I wrote on was simply at the wrong place at the right time. Parhaps it wanted to feed the fire, not my blind ambition.

"I do not seek the judgement of others..."

Dark nights Bright Stars Soft Breeze But still empty without you.

Just some thoughts and some things and some parts of me

acknowledge the power within yourself!

As i walked effortlessly, like a thousand time before, eyes seeing but not watching, touching the walls but not feeling, that's the good thing about habit you just glide through it, without even thinking. But this day was different, he could feel that someone was watching him, and that has been bugging him since long, for the first time he looked up in weeks, and just waited at the side. He had a superpower of being invisible to people, then how come this. Uttered a curse under his breath,then he saw her.. there she was, a few paces behind him, she was nothing like what he had ever seen before, he couldn't stop staring, this was a face for gods, what he didn't get was why was she looking at him. She came close and just passed by, now this puzzled him, why would you just stare at someone then pass by him as if he wasn't there. he closed his eyes, memories flooding in.  Too many times this has happened too many times he has just stood there like he didn't exist. too many times he had been trampled upon, walked right through, this ended now. Every wrong must be righted. A new wave rushed him, feelings overwhelmed him, with moist eyes and renewed strength he went ahead and confronted her, momentarily staggered by her beauty, regained, she hesitatingly asked whats wrong, who are you. In his rage he didn't see anything but the past, what was done and how he would avenge himself today, she kept asking why he stopped her, who he was, whats wrong, never but once she looked at him.... infuriated...he stepped forward to confront her. Finally going up to her he saw...the cane, the dark shades in her hand, a copy of the directions in Braille in her hand... ashamed he couldn't face her, finally reaching out for her hand he lied, in a whisper,"let me walk you, you were going towards the stairs". She was thankful, she said she was blessed to have people like him who care... but she didn't knew that though she didn't have eyesight, people didn't have sight...any

It's like from the point of view of untold hidden stories and the struggle people have to do to achieve their goals or be happy because of the society Hope u like it !♡ It's different from usually what I write

scribbles, poems whatever you wanna call them. reason for giving someone existential crisis.