Lonelythoughts storie

All the things I write about on my notes app lol Mainly poetry and thoughts But all the fun

Just random thoughts being told in words. I have lots of friends, but there's no one I could share my thoughts with. This is just all about the feelings I kept and the thoughts that I really anticipate to share. Will you thread the words being sewn together that tells all about what I'm thinking? DISCLAIMER: This story is written in TagLish. A language mixed with Tagalog and English. This story may also contain psychological content. Please read at your own risk.

A poem for the nights that hurt quietly. For the people who carry heavy hearts behind soft smiles. For every memory that stayed longer than it should have. "Pain" is a collection of emotions wrapped in silence, heartbreak, longing, and survival, a reminder that even wounded souls continue breathing through the dark. 🖤

A person defines their worth by what they can give-until they can't anymore. What's left is the question of whether they were ever more than their function.

Feeling alone, broken, sad, but still smiling... Then "someone" came. Broken pieces came together , sadness turned to happiness. Ever had such a "Someone" ?

A quiet heart waits in hope, listening for a message that may never come. ✨💔

A collection of raw, haunting, and honest lines that echo the thoughts we hide. Deep Quotes dives into the shadows and the light of the human heart. A book of words that linger-soft, sharp, and unforgettable. Deep Quotes explores emotion, growth, and the truths we learn in silence. A blend of beauty and darkness, Deep Quotes gathers fragile, powerful truths-like glowing wings in a storm-capturing the magic in pain, healing, and becoming. Short lines. Big feelings. Deep Quotes is a guide through love, loss, strength, and everything in between.

A quiet expression of unreturned admiration, where someone feels small and unseen beside the person they deeply admire. ✨

To everyone who is reading this , Firstly thank you for your time and trying my story to read , and secondly my English is not good and I'm sorry for that , to prove that I'm not using any AI tool to write this Description .And yes I used AI to improvise and remove my mistakes So that you guys can read and understand it ;) . One of the key points of the story is, this my Real life story and yes I'm not someone special or want to become special . I'm posting this because I want to introduce myself to the world . And once again Thank you for reading this and please share your thoughts and feedback after reading this.

Step into a realm where the air tastes of rust and roses, where the veil splits and something ancient exhales. The Dark Decadent Collection is not a book-it is a summoning. Each poem drips red with want, etched from bone and memory, pulled from the throat of grief, lust, betrayal, and death. These are not verses for the faint. These are spellworks soaked in grave dirt and dream smoke, born of southern altars and stained hands. You will not skim these pages-you will feel them. In your teeth. In your gut. Each stanza pulls something forward: a spirit, a shadow, a truth you've buried under politeness and pain. Magic curls between the lines. Fire hisses under every word. This is hoodoo pressed into paper, sorrow carved into ink. If you've ever stood before your altar with salt-stung eyes... If your hips have ever moved to music no one else could hear... If you've ever kissed someone you knew would ruin you- This book knows your name. Open it, and bleed beautifully. Now, I ask of you three wishes to be granted: 1. Vote 2. Comment 3. Share with your family and friends. Thank you! Talk to you soon.

This is what I really want to say, but you were too busy to even hear my dying breath so it will only be carried by the winds-trying to whisper through eveyone's ears. What I really want to say.

On one side, it's just a moment... on the other, it's everything.

"Hi! How are you?"- I wonder how hard it is to ask... ♥

Creepy, lonely, bleeding, numb, lost, a victim- but anyways... I'm fine.

A random girl thinking over her first love- which she is not even sure to call a love or crush. In midst of all the confusion, she finds an answer. Maybe a new start of something. ^^

This will just be random poems I make or sometimes little songs. I'll try to update it at least once a week.

She didn't speak often, but her silence carried stories. In study, in hunger, in memory and voice- she found pieces of herself stitched into metaphors. She Was Made of Metaphors is a collection of short stories that bloom in quiet places- in the warmth of a father's voice, the ache of forgotten food, the weight of words that linger too long. If you've ever listened too deeply, missed something too invisible, or felt too much for this loud world- these pages were waiting for you. - written by Nairü

Sitting and observing, seeing and hearing, noticing but not judging. These are my observations.

Welcome to a world of unsent messages and unspoken truths. Ever wrote a heartfelt message but didn't hit send? Those moments when we're afraid they won't understand, or we're just not that brave. This is a collection of those unsent messages - maybe you'll see a bit of yourself in them. Images sourced from Google and Pinterest.

Some thoughts are better left unsaid, Some feelings better left hidden... Some scars are better left unknown, Some views better left unseen. This is what the society believes in, this shit is what has led to the creation of a world of depressed souls. The ideology that all imperfections must be hidden, is the reason for all the strife. Poets were originally a group of people who were enlightened before all others, and since I am one, I'd like to oppose this way of thinking. This book contains some poems or thoughts which were born in my mind unbeknownst of their future. They are based on either real happenings or maybe just my imaginations. All the content is written by me. WARNING: You are about to enter the mind of a completely demented teenager, think twice before entering. #grandcafecommunity #WiniAwards #TEA2020 #thecrystallineawards