Innerself storie

In a world where memories can be altered and identities rewritten, one person wakes up with a chilling realization-every version of "me" feels real, but none of them feel true. Fragments of different lives begin to surface: a child, a criminal, a hero, a stranger. Faces in mirrors don't always match. Voices whisper thoughts that aren't theirs... or are they? As reality bends and identity fractures, the question becomes more dangerous than the answer: If you can't trust your memories... then who are you really?

Zador Theroux is the king of the night. He's the owner of the ever successful club that is the most famous spot for serious fun. He's heartless and rich, and no one ever deals on his turf. Robert Middleton knew all this but he still sold drugs on the Devil's turf. And then got himself caught. To get himself out of the mess, he sells his young daughter. Maddy was enjoying her life as a young teacher. Till she was sold by her drugee father to The Boss of the night. Scared and frightened she tries accepting her fate. That's until she realizes that Zador does not only rule the streets. The Boss hides a secret that excels his reputation as a Drug Lord.

This poem simply describes how I feel deep inside, What's going on in my inner self and what questions do I have in my subconscious.It's all about the internal me.

After hitting a pretty low limit, I went on a more spiritual quest with DMT assistance, the GOD particle, or spirit molecule. I have learned more than I could have ever imagined.

Just random works of Poetry I've done ....Leave comments...I like feedback...

Sereneva has a dream that she can never forget.... Her real her,appeared to her dream...She felt dizzy and nervous.She asked confusedly,"Wait?Where am I?Who are you??"...."How did you forget who you are??"Her true/inner self asked her sadly and refusingly .. "U-oh,I gotta go...Umalis na ako.."Pakiusap ni Sereneva.At hinawakan sya nito..At sumigaw Ang kalooban nya,"ILANG BESES KO NA BA LUMABAN PARA SAYO?!NALIMUTAN MO NA KUNG SINO KA?!HUMABOL KA SA MGA TAONG TUMALIKOD SAYO?!" Gumising sya at napahawak sa kanyang puso...Humabol sya mga taong tinalikuran sya at nawala na sya sa sarili nya.. "Who I Really Am..."

Poetry of the heart. (Written 2008.04.22)

Meet Maxwell, an editor for a book publishing company. Maxwell does a good job while working and is the top employee, except there's a slight issue... Max is a complete downer. Being mean to anyone who tries to be nice to him for no apparent reason, he is disliked around the office. Nobody knows why Max is a downer. People have many theories, but none of them are certain. All they know is that Max shouldn't be bothered. Max has been a downer ever since he came to the job and planned to keep it like that, until one very strange night at his house... While studying dreams and lucid dreaming before he goes to bed, Max suddenly falls asleep at his computer. Probably due to the busy day beforehand. But that's not the case. Max instantly starts dreaming, and is approached by a tall figure of darkness and light. The figure introduces itself by saying:"I am the Inner Self, and I am here to help you." What is this Inner Self? And what does it want to do with Max? Only one way to find out...

Yohan is one prisoner in a group held captive since birth. Their heads are locked forward so all he and his tribe ever see are shadows on the wall. But a day will come when Yohan's chains snap free, and on that day he will have to choose to see the world for what it is or perish with the life he was born with.

Books and poems is the only medium through which I illustrate my thoughts.I am not much of a speaker .My poems speak to people. Hope you guys like my collection of poems :)

Every flower has its various pedals. One, two, three, a thousand. Yet, each one can represent a story or a simple saying or a description of a memory. Here are some of my random pedals.

Poetry is my way of expressing who I am and what I feel. This is my gift to you. Feel free to share but do give me credit for my work.

What does the feeling of terror feels like? The answer is obvious. Negative. But what exactly IS it? And what if it lives with you forever. Until the day you die? What does Ava Masson exactly expects from life and the future. Will she be able to get out of the never ending pit which is inside her? Or will she just give everything up and keep on falling deeper? So deep that when she tries to get up, it would be too late? What does it feel like to live a life worth giving up for Hell?

"It hurts " I admitted .

I have had trouble finding out who I really am. All my friends know what they want to be and I am just clueless. There's the jocks, the popular and then.... There's me. I want to fit in but how? Are you experience the same things? Read on to find how with me!

Rants about my life. I will never tell you what kind of situation, or with who. Angry rants Sad rants Relationship rants Happy rants Embarrassed rants Happy rants Stress rants not in that order obvs but enjoy living my life :)