Mind Stories

Just because someone smiles and talks with you doesn't mean their mind is quiet. I can talk for hours with my family and the friends I trust. I laugh, I joke, and I share stories like everything is perfectly fine. To most people, I probably seem normal. But the truth is, there is a part of me that I almost never talk about. Inside my mind, there is always noise-thoughts that never stop, questions I keep asking myself, conversations I replay again and again. I want to explain it sometimes, but I don't know how. I'm afraid people won't understand, or worse, that they'll think I'm strange. So most of the time, I keep those thoughts to myself.

Is wrongdoing a choice, a habit or something deeper within us? And what does it say about us when we fear becoming the very people we judge?

A young man spends his life searching for the truth about himself and the world around him. His journey takes him far from home, and he eventually becomes a migrant in Germany. But there is something strange about his life: for years he has been dreaming about a mysterious girl. One day, in a place far from home, he finally meets the girl who once only lived in his dreams. From that moment, his search for truth turns into a story of love, destiny, and unexpected encounters.

Growing Wings, can be done many times, sometimes you think you did, while you were dreaming, as a sign, no freedom here.

a self-help guide💫 written for when you feel stuck, tired, and unsure.

These are personal stories, I use this as a tool to vent. Some are fiction, some a real. Please respect and enjoy. Tw: Mental Health, Abuse, SH These could be described as poems with hidden meanings. But please enjoy and tell me what you think. (I want to feed yall some of my writing. Unfortunately it's not One Chicago Based.)

This is the story of a woman who fears the world , yet learns to face it. A girl who hides her tears, yet becomes her own strength. She is the girl everyone calls "strong." They see her smile, her calmness, her kindness - but they do not see her crying at night, fighting battles no one knows about. They call her lucky, but they never look into the places where she bleeds quietly. She grew up surrounded by love, yet she feels alone even in a crowded room. She craves affection that no one notices she needs. Once, she had everything - a warm family, peace, love - but life shifted, people changed, and the home that once held laughter now feels cold and distant. She wishes she could bring it all back, but some things break in ways that cannot be repaired. The ones she loved the deepest broke her the hardest. But she survived. She kept smiling, kept loving, kept caring - even with wounds she never showed. She learned to act "fine" because the world only believes the mask, not the soul behind it. So she builds a dream world of her own - a soft place where she can breathe, a fantasy where love is gentle and life doesn't hurt. She escapes there when reality becomes too sharp, but she never stops hoping for real love, real care, real warmth. This book is her journey - a girl made of softness and storms, fragile yet fierce, sweet yet terrifying, kind yet unbreakable. A girl full of love who keeps people at close but at a distance. A woman with dignity, boundaries, self-respect, and a heart that never stops caring. A soul who dreams like a child, yet works like a warrior to make those dreams come true. This is the story of the girl who lived in fantasies and the woman who rose from them - stronger, wiser, softer, braver. The story of her inner world, her hidden tears, her silent strength. This is the journey of becoming - the journey of 'The Girl Who Escaped Into Dreams.'

A collection of thoughts that wander through the maze that is my mind. Most poems are about longing, memory, emotional persistence, vulnerability and the soft ache of unfinished emotions.

the AI's going insane. everyone is. but that doesn't mean anything does it? everyone's insane to a certain degree. so are you, you just don't realize it, you naive little child. ____________________ Pomni's been in the circus for a few months now, having adapted to its strange and horrific world. she's made her fair share of friends, being closest with the rabbit, Jax. but after a while, the destructive AI running the place starts to crumble. this delightful AI, is called Caine. as Caine slips into insanity, infected by a virus nobody can spot. Jax starts to become closer with Pomni, slowly drifting away from his best friends, Ribbit and kaufmo. Ribbit starts to fantasize of the exit door, thus leaving Jax to try and fix his friendships all while trying to stay out of, the now spiteful Caine's way. _______ what if Ribbit and Kaufmo was alive when Pomni joined the circus? _______ love triangle. _______ funnybunny (BRIEF) bunnydoll/ex's/ _______ smut free PG 13 swearing alcohol murder refs _______ AU They all have human body parts. They wear clothing and have hair similar to their old designs though. Jax has rabbit ears sticking through his purple mullet, and his clothes will be altered slightly. He has yellow iris, and darker skin. Ragatha is less bright in color, and her hair is longer and darker Pomni is a few inches taller, and her hair looks longer. Ribbit has dark green hair that goes to her shoulders, it's cut unevenly, and she wears dark green cargo pants with a pink tuxedo piece that goes over a white button up that she rolls up to her elbows. Kaufmo looks the same, but has a white ponytail. but has shrimp posture. Kinger is an older man with glasses, goatee, man bun, and wears sweaters and jeans. Zooble has a pink pixie cut, half her head is shaved, and she wears bright hoodies and cargo pants. Tons of piercings. Gangle wears skirts and t-shirts, often red and yellow, with white loose pigtails that hang down her back. Big glasses.

compilation of poems Written by esme emerald P.s don't take it seriously I just wanted to add another story.

She built her career on a single belief: To understand a monster, you must step inside its mind. Detective Reyara has spent years hunting the worst humanity has to offer - dismantling killers, predicting their moves, earning a reputation for seeing what others miss. At her side is her partner Londkins. Steady. Insightful. Unshakable. He guides her through the chaos, showing her angles no one else can see. Case after case, he helps her survive. He helps her win. But the closer she gets to the monsters... the more she risks stepping into his world. He watches quietly, always a step behind - or perhaps a step ahead. He admires her discipline, her clarity, her precision. He knows the danger she doesn't: the wrong move, the wrong choice, the wrong place... and she could become something else entirely. He prays she never missteps. Because while she studies monsters, he studies her. And history doesn't repeat itself on his watch. If the hunter ever becomes prey... She will finally understand what it feels like to be studied.

This is a continuation of my previous one, "poetry in emotion". This one's dedicated to the people who have helped me grow. Enjoy!

。・゜・ 'What I fear is what brings me comfort, because Hydra made me that way.' . Captured by the Avengers, she wants to go home, back to Hydra, back to her owners. Treated like an animal, a possession, an asset for as long as she can remember- The teenage subject SHIELD found buried in the files from one of the last remaining bases is rescued at last. But that means she must learn to step out of the oblivion, and to the world she didn't want to meet. Will she forget her training? Or continue to obey the orders given to her many years ago, by the infamous winter soldier. ｡☣︎°‧ . (marvel fanfiction) highest rankings:: #1 in 'oblivion' #5 in 'mental' #9 in 'civilwar' #12 in 'mindcontrol'

An ode to those accused of having both a left and right brain. Scattered thoughts and chapters, written backwards in my brain, and forwards in my foreword. The mind of someone struggling to create her own philosophy. An expression of how to process different things. Deriving meanings from nameless situations that drive me to overthink. It's a way to open your mind towards the positives of overthinking, and not overdoing.

*They feared her for no reason at all. She never hurt anyone. But now they'll learn why she gave off that vibe.* At The Academy, I've always been the girl people whisper about - the one they call cold, dangerous, unbreakable. They say I don't talk. That's not true. I talk. I just don't say what they want to hear. I don't play nice. I don't forgive. And I never, ever forget. They've always assumed I was capable of something dark. They were right - just not when it mattered. Because now someone's crossed a line. And they're coming after the only thing I love - my dog, Cordon. What they don't realize? I know exactly how this ends. They feared me for no reason. That instinct? They should've trusted it.

Have you ever felt down and out before? Have you ever needed a boost to push you in you life, career, relationship, etc.? Have you ever wondered how to fight your comfort zone to push success? If you can answer yes, then you have reached the right spot. This book is full of quotes that will push your limits, challenge your fears, and break that comfort zone that holds you back.

This book is a diary I never locked, a playlist without music, a conversation I've been having with myself. Every poem you read here is a piece of me, some written in quiet nights, others in stormy afternoons. I don't claim to be a poet; I only claim to feel, and this is how I survive those feelings. If you find yourself in these lines, know that you were never alone in your silence. Welcome to my Symphony of Sentiments.

The world is a battlefield of absolute powers. To the West, High Mages weave the fabric of reality into devastating spells and Warriors follow the rigid paths of legendary Classes. To the East, Cultivators refine their souls through centuries of meditation, seeking to ascend as Immortals. Between them lie the Dungeons-ancient, lawless zones where only the strongest survive. In this world of giants, power is everything. And you have none. The Error in the System Reborn into the broken shell of a Beetleant-Mantis hybrid, the protagonist is a biological mistake. Born paralyzed, fragile, and minutes from death, he is the "Weakest Link" in a world that harvests the weak for XP and Spirit Stones. But nature's failure is the System's opportunity. Activated at the moment of his first near-death experience, the Primordial Omni-Sovereign System grants him a single, terrifying directive: Devour. Adapt. Ascend. The Path to Sovereignty A World of Prey To a tiny larva, a Level 1 Mage is a god of thunder, and a fresh Cultivator is a mountain of spiritual energy. To survive, he must hunt from the shadows, stealing the bloodlines of beasts and the mana-circuits of men. The Biological Architect: Forget standard "Level Ups." Through Adaptive Evolution, every meal rewrites his DNA. Eat a Fire Mage to grow heat-resistant chitin; devour a Cultivator to etch spirit-veins into his wings. The Unlikely Empire: He won't just evolve himself he will evolve the world. Building a kingdom from the dirt up, he grafts stolen traits onto his loyal subjects, creating a hybrid legion of Mage-Insects and Cultivator-Beasts that even the Gods will learn to fear. They called him an extinction-level threat. They were wrong. He is the Extinction that is Ascending.

I'm writing about the stuff that I remember that played in my head these past years. I think about dumb stuff. My experiences. Btw enjoy JYP and seungmo.

Alexander and Elizabeth Leblanc were inseparable as children. They shared only a bond twins contained, but when they turned sixteen, they came to realize they possessed abilities far beyond the people around them. The Leblanc twins were psychics. When Alexander loses his sister to a malicious spirit, he vows to devote his life to revenge her death. A year later, Alex is on the last leg of his high school career and working at a used book store, while honing his own abilities. One day, he meets a boy from his school, Matthew, who is haunted by his own ghosts, and they two strike up an unlikely friendship. Little did either of them know that the malicious forces that killed Elizabeth were closer than they would have ever imagined. It’s up to Alex to protect his world and the ones he loves from forces just out of his reach.