Deepermeaning Stories

Books teach us lessons, if not always the ones we pay attention to. This will be a collection of quotes from any kind of media or books.

A collection of poems relaying a journey of inspiration from the early days of a poet's awakening to the present time and everything in between.

You don't know me... you only know what I write... you don't know my emotions... you only know what you see... let your eyes lead you to believe what you want to believe

I love words, you should too

The songs that speak to me or have a deeper meaning. I really do recommend all of these songs due to they are all truly amazing or underrated #5 in deepermeaning ( Jan 21 22)

A collection of thoughts, revelations, and poetry...

My first ramble. I hope you enjoy.

I just had the urge to post something. And poetry it shall be. Okay, now help yourself. Updates every year, or month, or week, whoever actually wants to read it depends.

Sometimes love is the only thing keeping you from seeing the truth.

What world lies beyond that of paint and thinner? A paradise or hell? Perhaps the world isn't ready to know...

Poetry from my innermost thoughts and mind. Remember to look for the deeper meaning in everything no matter where, who, what or when it is.

The famous story of the fox without a tail narrated but from the fox's(who lost his tail) perspective and what message the story conveys to me. Everything in this story reflects solely my understanding and opinions.

as the last petal falls from a rose; and a bee sips it's last of nectar. as a bear fattens and takes its last hibernation; and the butterfly fades to the skies. it's never forgotten that, true, all things die. fading onto death a poetry collection all poems originally written by aryen avillanoza.

in which yeonjun is mute, and his love language is tattoos. lowercase intended

Mila Maniger Isn't a hot guy on wattpad. She isn't an abused nerd in a cliché romance story either. She isn't part of an omegaverse. she isn't part of an enemies to lovers. she doesn't Harbour a dark secret plunging her into worlds of chaos, mystery and lust. She's a middle schooler. She has two parents, She has some close friends, she has likes and interests, she has disinterest, she has a complex yet oddly common thread of thoughts and feelings. She doesn't have a happy ending. She doesn't have a tragic ending. She doesn't kiss the man of her dreams, She doesn't become a famous singer. she's just.. Mila. She doesn't know if it's enough either. she doesn't know what is enough. She doesn't know what she's doing. She doesn't know if she's alive. She's walking a tightrope of reality and her own twisted version of living heavily influenced by her phone; the rope reality, the oil void below, devices. There is no end. Life continues regardless of her choices, regrets, feelings, life. She means absolutely fucking nothing, yet here she is. Her own story, her own life all boxed inside of a poorly written wattpad story. Finally. *If you know me IRL don't read this story, I'm dead serious.* D:<

Once there was a bag. A bag with a plan. It wanted to reach into the sky and pull down all the orpples it could. But there was one problem. The bag didn't have arms. The terrifying story of a bag and its symbolic journey to the land of the animate.

The word "sorry" appears to be one of the most difficult to say.

Stories of grief and internal destruction. The lights flicker and sometimes you can catch a glimpse of who you used to be. The question is, are you afraid of what you've become, or are you relieved you don't have much farther to go to destroy yourself?