Midnightthoughts Stories

Here's some of my midnight thoughts for any of you guys interested

A bead of time ~ filled with fragments of experience stitching up life. . . . . . . . . The very essence of life is experience, stitching up memories and Deja-vu together to form our beautiful journey called life. This is a collection of very such experiences that form life in our essence.

Some people scream. Some people shout. And some people feel in silence. This poem is a confession from a quiet heart - the kind that breaks silently, loves intensely, and heals secretly. If you have ever cared too much, cried alone, or loved without being loved back, this poem will sound like your own voice.

"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry

Short poems filled with emotions...

Every poem is a reflection of emotions left unsaid These are the words I held back And may be, the ones you've been holding back too Check out my youtube channel 'Anmalisze's Poetic Voice'

the way I see the world. *** [RANKINGS] #1 In Poetry, #1 in Deep, #1 in Simile ©️writtenbyhugo Started February 5, 2019

An ever-growing manifesto of the musings that keep me up at night Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought making his insides bright would make him happy. Writing is my yellow paint.

Poetry and thoughts in my mind, that I speak of only when the night is at its darkest. Some of them is based on my own experiences, some is made up. Can you tell which is which?

Midnight thoughts one day the person I write about is going to love me back but until then I'll keep our unrequited love

Listen to the silence, You'll hear me speak... - borntowinash (Started :- 30 - September - 2019) (Completed :- 25 - December - 2019)

A collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.

Hi! All stories inside are just my random thoughts at night. I just love to write the scenes in my head.

"Wishing that I can just reset the time and forget the mistakes that I made." At midnight, she thinks of the regrets she made and makes realizations upon her own self. She wishes that she should've thought twice before committing a mistake. She looks upon herself like a reflection

A collection of unspoken feelings, quiet realizations, and late-night thoughts that linger longer than they should. These words were never meant to be perfect - just honest. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them too. For hearts that feel too much, think too deep, and love too quietly.

Faces: A Poetry Collection By Kenny Kay Love Has Many Faces. Grief wears silence. Love speaks in trembles. Sorrow lingers behind the eyes. Faces is a raw and intimate collection of poetry that explores the many emotions we carry - grief, love, sorrow, longing, and hope. With minimalist language and emotional depth, each poem reveals a different facet of what it means to feel deeply and live honestly. These verses don't ask for permission. They arrive quietly and leave a lasting imprint. This is not a polished, perfect collection. It is truth, unfiltered. It is you, in all your faces. Whether you've loved deeply, lost unexpectedly, or felt like too much - or not enough - this collection is your mirror. Faces doesn't offer answers. It offers reflection. For anyone who has ever sat quietly with their emotions and wished to be seen - this book is for you.

You think I'm sane? I dare you to rethink that! (Original quote) Previously: Thoughts Of A Mind At MidNight Random depressive and philosophical talks, Quotes and Poems which encountered in my mind... All the writings in the book are written by me myself, If I have included someone else's works, I have credited them. I do not believe in plagiarism neither I will encourage it. Hope you understand what I was trying to say. You can now proceed to read the book.

A strange compilation of my thoughts, feelings, occasional poem and quote- like a vague diary 🌙 I recommend setting your page colour to black 🖤

Just a compilation of all the Ghazal and Nazm I found online. The credit for the content within the book goes to their original writer, composer and artist. I don't own any of it and I'm just compiling them altogether. If I do find the writer for any of them i'll make sure to write their name so you all do know about those artists as well.