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: --

• 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.

"There isn't much I can say except, Welcome to the fucked up recesses of my mind." Internal Combustion follows a young unnamed narrator as she unleashes a torrent of her innermost thoughts and opinions. What she discloses ranges from family matters like familial bonds, overprotective family members, and manipulating parents, social views like immigration, religion, and what it means to be happy, and even topics that are hers and hers alone, such as the dreams that allude her and the fears that bind her in place. She is you, she is me, she is every single person out there who feels alone in the dark. Step in her world, into the dark warped hole that is her mind and just listen, that's all she asks. To be witnessed and heard.

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

Their friendship tested, their bonds examined. 6 friends,with their parents and loved ones, went to Egypt in search of what was the key to understanding power but it will all change as one of their friend kidnapped and held each one of them in a secret place. Will they be able to know who's doing the crime before none of them is left? Who is doing the crime? What is the meaning of the title? A novelette that induces the importance of forgiving and friendship.

"Sometimes I wonder why I was even created to exist, only to fade in the background. " © All rights reserved.

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

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

Every hidden desires that roam our mind, heart and soul. Crave to be unleashed. Let your thoughts heal and mind opened to a journey of being the best version of ourselves. I desire to have this book be the reason why you find a reason to feel like you're not alone in this battle. I hope you'll find every beautiful blessings to live, love and forever find your happiness. From a poet that cares <3

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.

In 'Song Cry,' Shawn Carter raps that one cannot turn a bad girl good but once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever. Can't help but wonder. Question: Does this also hold some truth for the opposite gender?

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)

»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

-basically my thoughts for my online friend-ish (we don't really converse anymore) -why do i feel this way?

⚠️MIGHT BE TRIGGERING TO SOME PEOPLE⚠️

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.

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