Inner-self Stories

I don't have anyone to observe my existence, and none can ever know my thoughts, so I decided to write this book, in an attempt to make my existence observable and leave my mark on life as proof. Not because I am anyone important to be known, nor because I deserve to be seen, but simply because I do exist. Hence, it would be a pity for it to go unnoticed. NOT A WORK OF FICTION

Often in our lives, we stand at crossroads of our existence and ask one of the most mysterious question, "Who am I?". Dive deep into the ocean of vedas, upanishads and eastern philosophy of Sanatan Dharm, which gives a very detailed, thorough and profound answer to this inordinately complicated question of all human existence.

These are a few poems that I have written in my journal. I finally had the courage to publish them and share because I know there are some people who can relate to some of the thoughts and feels that I have on the daily basis.

a journey of a seventeen year old boy in becoming a physcopath while remaining innocent and naive in the eyes of his family and friends.

A series of short stories which represent the dialogue between the self and inner-self while dealing with depression.

I am human

"What is dreams?" "The things we want to Achieve?" "The things we want?" "The things we imagen?" "or" "The things we think about it till it visit at nights or sometimes at days which we see when we sleep?" ... ... ... ... ... ... "I just know one thing though.... its doesn't matter once-" "When we start a new life...." "When someone new come to the life..." __________________________________________________________________________________ Hey there a new story while still working on the old one... ^^'/ Anyway, This story belongs to me {Agent heir} so please don't repost or clam it as your own. few things; -The story is a pure Fiction, so please don't take it seriously. -The cover does not belong to me. -English is not my first language so sorry if there is any mistake and grammar mistake or weird writing and weird meaning behind a word/sentence or etc. ^^'/ -I don't mean to offend anyone or anything. -I write for fun and because I like to write. That's it for now have a good day, afternoon, evening, night, midnight, early morning and year. :) Bye-Bye. -Agent Heirs.

it's about how one's inner childish self is excited to be grown up, but the reality hits us differently.

This is a collection of poems that I have written and feel like the rest of the world needs to hear as well! Eventually, I want to make this into an actual paperback book, buuuut until then, you peeps get it in a digital format. I have only posted these on wattpad so if you see them on any other platform, please report it.

A short poem contrasting someone's inner and outer self. (totally not me)

What would the 5-year-old version of yourself say if you'd had the chance to meet? How would she/he look at you? This short whimsical story takes the healing journey back when it all started: childhood. A 30-year-old woman goes back in time with the intention of rescuing the 5-year-old version of herself, only to find out that the fierce little girl saves her right back.

The happiness in my heart disappeared when he departed. All that was left was an unending emptiness, chilly and merciless. Every memory serves as a reminder of the past, and every day feels like a struggle against the void. Can a joyfully shattered heart ever fully recover?

The power-hungry Resundre of Efisia for three years has waited patiently for three gems of the fabled Celestials to fall into his possession. Finally, he acquires the long-sought-after third gem, but in a different form than the other two. Instead of his guard Jayve, who was solely entrusted the mission of fetching the gems, bringing it back, he instead returns with the Celestial itself, and a new idea hatches in the Resundre's head for how to secure his limitless reign even more firmly. A short story inspired by book "The Heart of Betrayal" by Mary E. Pearson, video game "Celeste" by Matt Makes Games, video game "The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim" by Bethesda, and my Catholic faith. Cover is drawn by me.

poetry-lines from heart

A short writing about not knowing who you are -- Who are you? Do we choose who we ought to be or does destiny inevitably set out a path for us? All these questions take shape when we lose ourselves, our inner child. Most of us can't seem to ever find the answer to this question, not in adolescence, not even in adulthood. It may be true that the kid we were born to be defines our true self but sometimes its okay to let that kid go. Sometimes its okay to feel vulnerable. So read this story, of a girl who watches her inner child abandon her through an illusion, realizing that sometimes its okay to not know who we are.

These poems are a journey-not of healing, but of growth. Take it or leave it. I'm just breathing-and it takes effort when I truly want to inhale. P.S. Some of these are old and reworked. A handful are new and honor the people who helped me grow-such as I am. Y'all I'm always reworking or trying different things on my work... trying to get them to land how they do in my mind. Well I did rework some new poems including the title work of these works. I believe it lands the way I originally intended it too.

This is a collection of poems that I wrote whilst in eighth grade, and I hope you enjoy reading them. When I zone out from the teachers' lectures or when I begin to overthink complexions, verses of what end up being my new poem pop up in my head. I hope you like my poetry and please give your feedback.

What would you risk to find your happiness?

I recently came across my old blog/diary that I used to keep. Back in the day when I could write my innermost thoughts, and be actually coherent. They say if you don't use it, you lose it. I believe that is what happened to me. This book is going to be part of my journey to get back to me. To become at least part of the person I used to be, before life and circumstances got in the way. I will attempt to post some of my old works, if i can find them. And maybe someday grow the confidence to attempt something new. I would love to hear from anybody and everybody, as I need to CONNECT again with the universe, myself, and amazing and kind people.

It is what you make of it.