Innerthoughts Stories

"The only permanence is the beating of the heart, accepting both the fire and the frost." The Weight of Sun & Shadow navigates the profound landscapes of human experience. From the blinding warmth of love (The Sun) to the long, quiet aftermath of grief and departure (The Shadow), these poems chart the journey of a soul learning to exist in the beautiful, messy space between. Life is messy. Life is beautiful. Book Cover made with Gemini (AI).

A collection of short poems- written between breaths, in moments too heavy to explain and too light to ignore.

I had known him forever-my friend's father, the man everyone trusted, the one who always seemed untouchable. But tonight, under the soft glow of the porch light, he looked at me differently. "You shouldn't be standing out here alone," he said, his voice low, but there was something in it that made my stomach twist. "I... I just needed a minute," I whispered, trying not to tremble. He stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from him. "You've grown... more than I expected," he murmured, his eyes tracing my face like he'd memorized every detail. "I... I know this is wrong," I breathed, my heart racing, "but it's hard... being near you." He smiled, slow and dangerous. "Sometimes the things we're not supposed to want... are the ones we can't resist." And in that instant, the line we were never meant to cross began to blur-and I realized we'd already begun stepping over it. Notes: ❗ I had change the story cause the end seems not match with the start apologies for that 😪💗 All images used were sourced from Pinterest and are for illustrative purposes only. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, events, or places is purely coincidental. Characters, events, and settings are entirely imagined.

The weak fear the break. The survivors want the anatomy. _________ A ten-step mapping of internal collapse. It traces the precise geometry of a self-destruction-from the first snapped choice to the blackened imprint left behind. This is what remains when the ego finally consumes itself.

Notes from a Growing Life is neither a guide nor a promise of quick answers. It is a yearly journal - written throughout the year 2026 - about inner processes, growth, spirituality, psychology, and the ordinary human experience. This book arose from silence. From moments when no one was there to talk - and writing became a space where everything was allowed. Here you can find personal experiences, thoughts, and reflections. Some may inspire thought, some may open new perspectives, and some may simply be a quiet, cozy embrace. Each chapter is first published in German and then in English. Anything shared here may be read at your own risk. This book grows with me - and maybe a little bit with you. Take only what feels right for you from these pages. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Notizen aus einem wachsenden Leben ist kein Ratgeber und kein Versprechen auf schnelle Antworten. Es ist ein Jahresjournal - geschrieben im Laufe des Jahres 2026 - über innere Prozesse, Wachstum, Spiritualität, Psychologie und das ganz normale Menschsein. Dieses Buch ist aus Stille entstanden. Aus Momenten, in denen niemand zum Reden da war - und das Schreiben zu einem Raum wurde, in dem alles Platz haben durfte. Hier findest du persönliche Erfahrungen, Gedanken und Reflexionen. Manches mag zum Nachdenken anregen, manches neue Perspektiven öffnen, manches vielleicht einfach eine stille, wohlige Umarmung sein. Jedes Kapitel erscheint zuerst auf Deutsch und anschließend als englische Version. Alles, was hier geteilt wird, darf in eigener Verantwortung gelesen werden. Dieses Buch wächst mit mir - und vielleicht auch ein kleines Stück mit dir. Nimm dir aus diesen Seiten nur das mit, was sich für dich stimmig anfühlt. ​

The poem "Nirvana" explores themes of memory, childhood, and loss. It reflects on a child's experience of filling a treasure chest with collected items, symbolizing hopes and dreams. The chest represents both a longing for innocence and the burdens of growing up, as the child grapples with societal pressures and self-perception. Through vivid imagery, it contrasts fleeting joy with a sense of captivity, ultimately questioning the price of maturity and the loss of childhood innocence.

Dive into the depths of my soul, where emotions flow like rivers and words are the waves that crash against the shore. This collection of poems is a journey of love, loss, and self-discovery.

Hello Reader. That's all I really have to say for now. And all I can tell you is that, this is not a random story by a random person, this is a real one, a true one, because the people you are going to see here, meet here, are gonna be a part of your life, yourself, in such a manner that you won't be able to differentiate between what's life without it anymore. Well before we dive in further, let me introduce you to the Core 4 (P.S. sorry for the cliché) We will go from youngest to oldest The Free Spirit Curious 'H' The Innocent Lover Balanced 'R' The Space of an Eccentric Mind...'N' which is actually Me the writer here. And Lastly, The Badass Love me or Kill me, 'A' And you are going to see it through my eyes. I am the story teller, I am the Writer. The story is set in the time of 2012 to the latest slot And it begins with me shifting to a new place, who knew would shape all our lives so much, and give me the best people of my life. P.S. I'm still working on it ... So you gotta wait So let me take you to the June of 2012...

SHALLOW HELL, a collection of poems and articles that includes a whirlwind of emotions throughout and makes you question " What truly made me as i am?" copyrights ©

San Francisco, one summer, two men, and a woman so committed to her own destruction she'll burn down anything beautiful. If you've ever sabotaged something good, you'll recognize yourself in her. And you'll hate her for it. Chapter 5 of I Fumbled Him (a love story)

They know each other since they're 5 years old. They've always been together, always supporting each other. The trust they had in each other is something that not even most of the siblings have. Something unnatural that no one, not even them are able to explain! The friendship works perfectly the way it is; both have had love adventures and both supported the other. Like any other relations, they had their ups and downs. But nothing that would let them apart from each other for more then 2 weeks. But what will happen when one of them gets more serious into other relationship, and a sudden realization come into their heads? Will it be soon enough or will it be too late... And will they accept it?? I don't know, but we'll see...

--- When Eyes Meet The night smelled faintly of rain and new beginnings. Nova lingered at the edge of the café's warm light, their headphones a quiet shield against the city's restless hum. Inside, a boy with sleeves pushed to his elbows sketched on a napkin, pencil moving like it already knew the world. When he looked up, their eyes met-brief, accidental, but enough to make the air feel different, as if the storm outside had shifted something inside them both. --- Wanna know more Then you'll have to read 🙂

Poems written by yours truey

Basically, this is just dreams I've had. Now, this won't be regularly updated, seeing as I don't remember my dreams on a regular basis. And the grammar won't be very good, all I can say is that these are the things that I remember when I wake up. I hope you enjoy! 🌸 Because dreams are hard to remember on a good update schedule, I'll put up art when I feel like it. 🌸

compilation of poetry viewer discretion may be advised

As the title says (not really), this is a series of poems/short stories. Read or don't read, your choice. Photos don't belong to me, all rights goes to original creators; however, everything else DOES belong to me. FYI, this is and will (hopefully) will forever be ongoing. Please keep in mind that posts are not constant and I will not tolerate people asking me to "update". This book is based off of my imagination and creativity, which means that there will be times where I'm at a standstill and can't think of anything.

Maria. A young woman living in the solitude of her warm cottage by the outskirts of her city... Living a peaceful life away from society with the her only company...a man without a name. Her story following her quiet life...and the oh so not stable state of mind. A life of solitude... A false salvation in the eyes of the ignorant. [Cover made by me]

When the whispers are barely heard, write it down until it turns into screams - loud and wuthering.

Just being dramatic and writing through the pain✌️

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