Aubrie Belle
Bio
A writer who excels in the overwhelming. My overwhelming is, LIFE. Poetry is an attribute to my life, so have it take affect in yours too.
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Stories (29/0)
Drippy Walls
I like ice-cream, but when the walls drip like ice cream on a cone in the hot summer days it makes me feel disgusted. When I watch the drip I gag, but I then realize that without the drip in this four cornered small room, the wallpaper would be so thin and perplex.
By Aubrie Belle 3 months ago in Poets
Tasteless
I cannot fathom why I am frightened to go outside. I showed someone off for about a year and turns out they were not right for me in any capacity. It hurt a lot as I grew more. I want to be able to tell my story rather than hide it and its really hard when I fear going out of my comfort zone. I get in these slumps where I just feel down low and I don't know if that is because I am a 20 year old hormonal girl or because I just am sad. I supported them so much when they just rooted me on, and if you didn't know there is a difference. A big difference. I crafted things for him while they just read my stuff in awe saying I can keep on going - it didn't really matter because I knew I could keep going on without them. I love myself more than I could stay in that relationship.
By Aubrie Belle 5 months ago in Poets
Being adoptive whilst thinking about it when your 20
When I say I have an aptitude for emotions, what I mean is that I can divulge deep into my pessimistic outlooks. Although when I am depressed I am often not in the mood for anything, and that includes thinking. My thinking is obsolete, as I have no stimulation going on other than mindlessly watching a show I have scheduled for myself to binge. Sometimes I read as I have simultaneously set a goal for myself to educate my mind a little more to feel stimulated. It feels ridiculous to trap yourself in a room sometimes, but this is a normal thing for me as I have felt this way since I was seven. I had a brain test of some sort once and they diagnosed me with some sort of disorder where I do not metabolize serotonin like the rest of the world. I sincerely and utterly will always blame it on my birth mom.
By Aubrie Belle 7 months ago in Poets
