Deep Stories

Just poetry. My random thoughts expressed by poetry, lyrics and quotes.

This story is about Boboiboy and his friend was on a mission to retrieve a power sphere. But, an incident make him send to the past. Boboiboy was help by his father, and fortunately his friend are rescue him, only to find out that they were trapped on the past. Now, Boboiboy and her friend with the help of his Dad and his friend has to adjust their life in the past without interfering with the past and try to find a way to their timeline.

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

Y/n is a very young boy who lives with his father who was retired from the navy . Y/n is a very smart and brave, but will he be brave after what he is going to learn and discovers that he will be able to get on his own.

Layla Moretti was never meant to be part of the world her father built in shadows. Protected. Watched. Kept at a distance from the violence that funded her life. But when she is taken, that illusion shatters. Caesar Romano doesn't ask questions when he's assigned the job of finding her. He doesn't need to. In his world, orders are simple, clean, final. Find the girl. Bring her back. No attachment. No mistakes. But Layla is not what he expects. (Guys I'm not sure how long this book we'll be but if you guys want more let me know !!)

Ghost of Atlanta is a grounded, character-driven drama about a boy who never wanted to be a hero. Miles Vega works the late shift at a diner, saves every penny for college, and dreams of leaving his small town behind. Then his 18th birthday comes. The nanites his father buried in his body years ago activate. A silver suit crawls out of his skin. And suddenly Miles isn't just a broke kid trying to survive - he's a target. But this isn't a superhero story. There are no cheering crowds, no villains with world-ending plans, no wise mentors with easy answers. There's just Miles, his grandmother, his friends, and the slow, terrifying realization that the thing inside him is changing everything. His body. His relationships. His future. The suit can heal any wound, grant impossible strength, and fly faster than sound. It can also ruin his life. The military wants to study him. Corporations want to replicate him. The people closest to him don't know whether to be scared or sympathetic. And Miles - tired, broke, and desperately trying to hold onto his humanity - isn't sure either. They call him the Ghost of Atlanta. Not because they've seen him save anyone. Because he appears like a shadow, moves like a rumor, and disappears before anyone can get close. Ghost of Atlanta is about the weight of legacy, the loneliness of power, and the quiet horror of waking up one day and realizing you don't recognize yourself anymore.

You will protect my soul and what I stand for, and in return, you shall be protected and provided for. Everyone you love will be safe under my power. We are one. We are vengeance. Remember my promise, Simon. Forgive me...

The shadows chose them-and everything changed. A hidden war between light and shadow. A prophecy that could unite them... or destroy them both. A prince who watches from the dark. Twin heirs of light-one gentle, one unyielding. A fallen guardian. A soldier who trusts no one. All of them are necessary. But unity isn't destiny- it's trust. And if they fail... the world will never be whole again.

this novel is not canon or confirmed yet, still working on it

-My own poems -Food for the soul -Challenge the norms, Break the system, Face reality -(unfinished)

This is my 3rd book and I am rewriting it . I discontinued this book for a while because I was too busy for the last few months. Now I am free (only a little to write about 100-500 words) So I am gonna write this whole story from the 1st chapter. In this story, Boboiboy and his friends had a mission and after they finished it they got a vacation so they decided to go to Earth. however, the coordinates were changed and Boboiboy and his friends went to Earth but the timeline is in the past. Which gave him a chance to see his father ,Amato and his power sphere ,Mechabot in their young age. What will happen next? Will Boboiboy tell his father that he is his son? Will he tell his friends about this matter? Read to find out!! ⚠️⚠️ The characters are from the series BoBoiBoy and Mechamato which are made by Monsta. I do not own them ⚠️⚠️

notes from seasons that never truly ended. all rights reserved © zunera qazi

This is the story no one ever let me tell.... People always say the truth matters. I think they just don't listen closely enough. I was never the difficult child. I was never the problem. I was just... misunderstood. This is my story. The one no one cared to hear properly. So I'm telling it myself now. From the beginning.

A poetry collection of flowers, especially Hydrangea. Blue hydrangeas often symbolize apology, regret, and forgiveness. Pink means love, romance, and heartfelt emotions. White stands for purity, grace, sincerity, and abundance. Purple implies royalty, wealth, pride, and dignity. Green means renewal, rebirth, prosperity, good luck, and health. Red signifies passion, deep love, romance, and respect. Culturally, in Japan hydrangeas are linked to apology and gratitude, reflecting heartfelt sincerity, whereas in Victorian Europe they could also carry a negative hint of boastfulness or vanity when given as a gift. Together, these colors weave a spectrum of emotions from sorrowful apology to passionate love.

Just some poems I wrote while I was bored. Gonna update this once in a while. English isn't my first language, please be nice:)

When deep gets deeper. For emotions that you're embarrassed to admit you like. TW - topics of suicide, self-harm, patterns of depression.

One girl. Two best friends. And feelings complicated enough to ruin everything. Ekansh Rathore is cold, intimidating, and impossible to understand. Vedant Singhania is charming, chaotic, and way too easy to trust. Nandini was never supposed to fall between them. But some stories begin exactly where they shouldn't.

This is not a story about dying. It is a story about living - fully, honestly, and on one's own terms. Corey has his whole life ahead of him... until he doesn't. After a life-changing diagnosis, he makes a choice most wouldn't understand: instead of going home, he keeps going. Traveling across the world with his friends, he chooses to experience everything he still can - laughter, connection, quiet moments, and the kind of clarity that only comes when time feels limited. Through the pages of his personal journal, Corey captures not what he's losing... but everything he refuses to miss. When his journey finally brings him home, and his story reaches its final chapter, the truth of how he lived begins to unfold for those he loved most. And in that understanding, they begin to see life differently too. Life on My Terms is a deeply emotional and uplifting story about love, choice, family, and the quiet courage it takes to truly live. This isn't a story about the end. It's about everything that comes before it.

In the ancient Chinese concept, cicadas were somewhat similar to the Egyptian scarab beetles, as they emerged from the soil with high pitched sounds, carrying even greater hope of survival.

What would you do if you are the last person in the world, and there is a bang heard at your door? Instagram id of the last girl novel: the. last.girl_novel741