histórias de Latenightthoughts

I'm just a 14 year old teenage girl that writes her feelings out on paper hoping that they will magically disappear once finished. This isn't a novel, this is a random book where every time I find one of those soaked/enraged pages I will put them here and let whoever's curious enough to waste their time reading them.

The streetlights flicker. The night stretches on. And somewhere, she is wide awake, listening to the silence. World Is Quiet It's 3:00 AM. The city sleeps, and the world whispers in silence. She sits by her window, bathed in moonlight, thoughts moving faster than the quiet around her. No smiles. No frowns. Just existence. When the world is quiet... the mind speaks the loudest. A story of sleepless nights, wandering thoughts, and the quiet moments that reveal more than words ever could.

I write to let go of heavy thoughts, to lighten my heart, because life is short and writing helps me feel free. There is no connection to each story just my overwhelming emotions at time or past experiences

I woke up at four a.m., chest hollow, trembling under a weight I didn't know I carried. My body shook before my mind could catch up. My mouth trembled. My hands shook. I couldn't speak. My mom was there in my dream. I put my hand on her chest, and she started crying. I wasn't crying. Words stuck in my throat. My brother, still alive, golden eyes shining, halfway drunk, chaos in his stance. I told him, "Calm down. He's returning. You need to collect yourself." My words barely landed. The world outside pressed in. Patterns I've known my whole life. My brother drinking alone, predictable but terrifying. My sister warning me, "Don't speak out loud," hands moving, trying to calm, trying to soothe. I trembled inside, tried to warn her, but my mouth refused. Chaos pressed in. Gunshots of tension shaking my chest. I turned to my mom again, trying to tell her the truth I had seen. My mouth would not obey. Her tears poured before mine could start. My hands shook over her chest. I woke up. I wanted to drive, beep my horn, signal clarity-but the horn didn't work. The tension lingered. The weight of what I had seen pressed heavy, unrelenting. Four a.m. The world quiet, sleeping, unaware, but my heart wide awake, pounding, trembling, alert. Some truths arrive before words exist. Some messages hit your bones before they can be spoken. Trembling truths at four a.m.-unfiltered, raw, heavy, undeniable.

poetry /ˈpəʊɪtri/ noun literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. "he felt a desire to investigate through poetry the subjects of pain and death" • all are written by me but are inspired by other things •⚠️possible trigger warning⚠️

Book 2 of Late Night Thoughts

Can you imagine the unimaginable? Dream the unthinkable? I guess it just comes down to words....

Searching the one who stole my selfness

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I guess a collection of my emotions being put into words. Expect rants, motivation, and short stories. Please respect copyrights.

My digital diary, real life experiences and deliberations. As a means to preserve my dignity, I choose to remain anonymous, but will love to converse with you. If you'd like to read the contents of the mind of a young Christian woman, feel free to peruse, but please don't judge.

Chapter One: Glimmer of Hope (purple wounds) In her song Sweet Nothing, Taylor Swift said: "On the way home, I wrote a poem You say, 'What a mind', this happens all the time." This quote defines exactly what you'll find in this collection. Several poems that I wrote at different stages in my life (whether walking in a park or sitting on my bed, when everything felt wrong and grey or when in my chest it felt like the sun had come out), some are happy and some are sad, some will make you feel beautiful while others ugly. There's no real link between each poem, so you may read them in whatever order you want. Now, I let you enter into the garden of my mind...are you ready?

It is short collection of poems which, as the title suggests, are written during late night

the collection of truth .

Hey guysss :) This are just some random quotes, poems and thoughts about Self-Harm and Suicide. I know what it's like to just want to end it all, but believe me IT'S NOT. And I'm always here if you need some help. Btw this is my first book so please don't expect too much XD

my silly little thoughts

"The candle It's fire was swaying gracefully As if dancing into a song Hot and burning with passion Yet got swallowed by the darkness hugging it And so she became Nothing" When a simple girl can't fall asleep, she just stares at the sky and let her mind do its nightly shift

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Poetry is writing of our most deepest, darkest and most inner thoughts when speaking isn't enough and your voice fails ... The book is a random collection of my thoughts and which I have read and a tale of tragedies and beautiful things in life.

A collection of poems and short stories that live rent free in my head at night.