Historias de Perception

Here are some of my random thoughts (sometimes nonsense) that I happen to think of during the day!! You can also get captions here for your lovely photos. Hope you guys enjoy! O:-)

Mia sees patterns where others see chaos. When three deaths are reported, the system moves on quickly. Too quickly. The scenes feel complete, but something is missing and Mia can feel it. The gaps bother her more than the violence. As the investigation closes in, one truth refuses to stay buried. The deaths were never the point. They were distractions. At the center of everything is a girl no one was meant to notice. This is a story about absence, perception, and how the most important truths are hidden in what we choose not to see.

An essay on love, nature, remembrance, perception, and existence itself!!! Oooooooooo I'm pretty proud of this one. Lmk what you all think? Always working improve.

"Recueille" de poème. Les thèmes de l'amour ( dans toute ses versions), la perception de soi, les sens, la nature et autre sont évoqués et décrit avec les mots les plus juste possible.

The masks. The tears. The lies. The fear. Venice, the city floating on water. The city of the masks. Everyone hides their face, their feelings...themselves. Nobody is quite how they appear...or are they? Marco D'Este, a boy of class, walks the streets with his head heald high. Lena Foscari, a girl, a commoner, a dreamer. Paolo Bianchi, a man driven mad by the need for sanity. For safety. Something stirs in the water, the canals. Something that has been drowned for far too long, something big. But what? Things start to go wrong with the people disappearing. The people in cloaks and masks. But in a city of deception - how does one tell who is good...and who is bad?

"Pain is temporary, and so are we. Why waste time dwelling in the past when you can manifest your future." Poems 'Garden Chaos' and 'Winter and Spring' has been published. Reach me: @China_Jarae If you liked it and want to see more from me don't forget to Vote & share ❤️ Thank you loveys Impressive Highest rank: #1 in growth about 3 weeks Current highest rank: #6 in growth

A poetry book about nature, the night, and death. Cover Art by: Ayden McAskill Story Art by: AnnaMarie McCreary Written by: Ayden McAskill

This is my collection of poems that I wrote in 2014. Basically, when ever inspiration striked I wrote a poem. It could have been something about that was life changing, or it may have simply been the way the sky looked as the sun went down.

Excerpts of my upcoming book :The Things I Once Knew

This is a type of Narrative poetry, and yes this is heavy type poetry that focuses on how I see the world and the path that I walk, this is also a way for me to express my emotions and thoughts without being judged by anyone , enjoy and please don't judged meh.

It's a book, where I keep my covers.

Elders say there's always someone up there watching over us, I was silly enough to question, how about underneath us? is there any kind of entity down there to catch us in case we fall?

When the world is trapped in the prison of reason, who will listen to the whispers of the mad? This book is a philosophical journey that drifts between reality and fantasy, chronicling the perspective of a self-proclaimed "madman" as he observes the world. If we are merely travelers in the flow of time, how should we compose our own melody? Should we conform to the currents of society, or should we bravely embrace madness to uncover the truths that have been overlooked? In this narrative, reason and madness are no longer in opposition but intertwine like poetry, inviting every reader to reexamine their own world.

Rambling venting poetry

Short Story - Jamie had a normal life-until the storm. When lightning hits, something fractures. His body stays behind... but his mind doesn't. Now he walks invisible staircases. Swims through the sky. Talks to people no one else can see. To the world, Jamie's lost his mind. But he hasn't. He's just no longer in it. In a psychiatric ward where nothing makes sense, Jamie begins to unlock a secret hiding just beneath our reality. One no one wants to believe-until the impossible starts happening on camera. A surreal, gravity-defying psychological sci-fi story about the thin veil between perception and reality.

Perception - as define is - a way of regarding, understanding, or interpreting something; a mental impression. as for Opinion - as define is - a view or judgment formed about something, not necessarily based on fact or knowledge.

A time of missing children. A city that refuses to admit what it has seen. And a detective whose own vision is starting to fail her. When a nine-year-old boy is found dead on a playground merry-go-round, crowned like a king, Detective Annie Archer knows the murder is not random. It is only the beginning of a ritual that will require her to look much more deeply. But her sight is not always reliable. Sometimes the world shifts when she looks too long. And sometimes patterns emerge where they should not exist.

some broken words...... 🌈#1 in unexpressed 🌈#3 in uneasy 🌈#3 in DJH

The Journey That Never Ends is a spiritual-psychological sci-fi fiction that explores the fragile line between wisdom and madness. When an old man is called a Gyaani by some and a Pagal by others, he refuses to explain himself. Instead, he tells a story - the story of Sam, an eighteen-year-old who begins a journey to travel the world in search of experience, cultures, and meaning. From European roads to the sacred ghats of Kashi, from ego and loss to strange encounters and unanswered questions - what begins as travel slowly transforms into something deeper. A black dog. A mysterious child. A stolen bag. A question that echoes beyond logic: "Why do you travel so much?" Is wisdom defined by age - or by experience? Is madness misunderstood knowledge? Is this just a story... or something more? Blending spirituality, psychological depth, subtle sci-fi elements, and philosophical mystery, this is a journey through faith, perception, and the human mind. Every answer leads to another question. And the journey... never ends.

the whispers it speaks to me