Peaceofmind Stories

In solitude, healing begins. It's about finding inner strength, discovering your voice, and reclaiming your story. Through this process, you learn to love and accept you...

again, another piece for poetry lovers.. This is my most favourite short poem. Tho te inspiration is again yizhan and wangxian, this describes my state of mind at the mo...

The Bhagavad Gita, a 700-verse Hindu scripture that is part of the Indian epic Mahabharata, covers a wide range of philosophical and moral themes. While it primarily foc...

Healing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.

LETTERS TO MY BETROTHED, A LOVE UNLIKE NO OTHER. POEMS PROMPTED BY FAITH.

I'm just here to write the passages. You guys make the story. It's they journey you take within. Now shall we start?

these quotes are not mine but they have inspired me or i just think they're good so i'm writing them for y'all, enjoy 🥰

Letter to Billie Holiday, Miss Maya Angelou and Malcolm X

No one but you can define your self-worth: be bold and stride forward.

This is about how important is it to love yourself 💜

"Sa likod ng mga ngiti, pilit nagkukubli Isang pusong sugatan, mga matang luhaan Sa likod ng mga tawa, nais itatwa Na di na kaya ng utak, Sa isang iglap, dugo'y ma...

We all go through lots of emotions in our lives, be it happiness, agony, anger, stress and what not. Reading something which we can relate with leaves a deep impact on u...

Many poems come to ones mind, how you share them is another path. Letting people read what the depths of your mind has created is an amazing feeling. You can put out you...

Another poem. Read on.

Chef Kaleah Bliss Perez is asked by the head chef to cook for Engineer Lucas Benjamin Jarvis, her ex-boyfriend.

um, amateur art. but art. heh. ugh.

Life will give us pain, some pain are tolerable , some can break you into pieces, regrets, struggle, broken heart, Leaving someone, left by someone, moving on, If only i...

A collection of poems. We all have our own wispy crevices that only splatters of ink can rediscover.