Hiddenthoughts Stories

[saiki kusuo x fem! psychic oc] Nothing more could pique the psychic's curiosity other than a girl who could overpower him. WARNING: Strong language, violence, cringe/corny scenes, and character slander Cover and fanarts by nehaiyatsu STATUS: ongoing STARTED: 10-16-21 FINISHED: --

Here are some of my poems. I like writing dark poems and often more realistic stuff than clichè stuff. I hope you all can relate. I am also on Instagram. @_the_hidden_thoughts

I made this in order to express my feelings and as being deluded to my crush since I don't have the courage to tell her.

I know those are for painting...but words are arts of expressions...and I'm one of a heck frustrated with both...

This is a collection of random, sweet & saline poems I wrote since day one of becoming obsessed into poetry. This is mostly about struggles, life, heartbreak, and, of course, love. _______ Her childhood years She never tasted sweet Never been given a candy Unlike how children were She grew up, Knowing only the taste of Saline in her tongue And then this only man Gave her a cube of sugar Like a child, she was excited And hurriedly swallowed it But still, it doesn't taste Anything sweet at all. - rose stan

Poetry

Here....... Here I write little pieces of of stories that come into my mind at the moment. Or about what I'm feeling. Or just because I got inspiration from a song I listened to recently. But here's just cute little moments, or emotional, or romantic moments. Or just random moments lol. Most are of couples and stuff. So yeah. Read if you want some feels and romantic fluff and stuffs. Yeah... Some poems? Hehe. (I know, I hate these too. But please don't steal a scene and incorporate it into one of your stories or whatever. I mean, it's just common courtesy really.)

Things that I've written over the years. I know it's complete trash, but you don't have to read it.

• P O E T R Y • All this time i believed For something to be healed, That maybe someday i can retrieve My old soul, buried deep. As my heart aches to be filled By someone maybe i could meet Bringing me something extraordinary exquisite I wont stop looking, with a wispher of hope to breathe I was waiting for new Because I thought that would suffice me being blue But nevertheless of who I'll be waiting just like how the sun sets too Maybe yes, i dont know you yet But let this poems linger with every steps; To the moon and stars as my witnesses The remaining glimpse of my soul will be hidden in this sentiments. Iska English and Filipino ✨ ᜉᜇᜌᜓᜈ᜔ 36 out of 100.

Release the thoughts you keep within.

Do you ever wonder where your mind goes? How you get to your mental state? She has... she always has. And she knows. How and why she's where she is but... this girl doesn't want to be fixed. She never did. Which is why she stays in her mind, to where her mind wonders. Will you? (Just So you guys know this story wont be in chronological order, those of you who know me, should know some of the order based off events that have happened in our lives, and you'll get a little insight to how I really felt)

Everyone has a part of themselves they keep hidden from others. They reveal more of themselves to some and less of themselves to others. If you think about it no one has ever shown their true self to anyone not even themselves. People will go on not knowing themselves not even in death. What's after death no one knows except the dead which can't tell us. The hidden part of them self is deep. Deeper will ever know.

A collection of poems from the locked box inside my head.

This is not the usual book I write. This contains some random writing that I have done. Has short stories. Has poems. Has ... Writing (no duh 🙄) Might also contain fan fiction. (BTS probably) Read if you want. 😁

»To the misunderstood and the silent. The ones, who can't speak for themselves and who can't find the right words to do it. To the ones, who can't love or love too much and the shattered. To the ones, who stand up every day and face their demons and keep fighting a battle, without knowing if they are about to win or lose the war. To the strong, the weak, the broken, to everyone, who feels like they need it. It's for you.« » Loud Thoughts ll © poems by herzschreiben (don't copy without permission) used pictures do not belong to me I8.ll.2ol5- 2l.o4.2ol8

When life deals you a wake up call hand, it is best to WAKE UP! These are the chronicles of the Chosen. A story about the path widely travelled and a destination rarely reached.

Thoughts you never expressed, Thoughts you didn't expect you have, Thoughts that can stop you from pretending.

where the daydreamer writes her innermost feelings using similes & metaphors.