Midnightthoughts Stories

POEM COMPILATION *** Under the gaze of the moonlight, The stars asked three people that night, "What will you give in exchange for my light?" The doctor answer...

"මට ඔයාගේ ඇතුළේ මැරෙන්න දෙන්න එපා !! "

Oversharing my life in feelings, trying to make them sound pretty.

A short insight into the life of the one who collects our dreams every night.

4 AM, Let Me Sleep" is a raw and heartfelt poem about the pain of feeling ignored and emotionally drained in a relationship. It captures the cycle of hurt, silence...

Wrote this in the middle of the night

A veces es necesario escribir, reconocer todo lo que inunda mi cabeza y desgarra mi alma. A veces la mediocridad te supera y la soledad hace que tus voces internas dese...

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...

The unrequited love and resentment has taken over a lonely soul in a unresponsive world. How does one recover when they have been broken from the start? This poetry col...

i am just an object.

Two-line poems describing every minute from 11:38 PM 'til the death of day, exploring the depth of the human experience and what it means to truly live.

just story containing my free verse poems and maybe even little short stories here and there. by; brayeline. based on actual events and feelings. began; november 12th...

Compilations of Poetry For you to see A cauldron of sorrow A cup of regret A spoonful of heartache A teaspoon of hatred A dash of insecurities A pinch of death

Just few of my poems based on my shitty life~ 🙃❤️

words; double-sided swords heal and hurt.

It wasn't too late for the thoughts that whispered in my ear. Which were barren of any words, for it was lonely and dark. The night has inflicted its claws. Not threaten...

love [n., noun]: the greatest and the worst thing that could ever happen to you different quotes and stories from different point of views every quote, scene and story w...

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness."

We are all lost stars in this vast universe. I found mine.