histórias de Self-conscious

A suite in progress. Some movements are written in certainty and others are written in the middle of the storm. This is not a story with a plot, nor a memoir looking back with crystal clarity. It is a collection of movements composed in intense yet complex feelings at the moment, each preserving a season exactly as it was lived. A prelude of identity, a scherzo of pressure, a fugue of unraveling, a lament of unanswered prayers, and whatever comes next, hence modulations... Written without the privilege of hindsight, these pages explore ambition, faith, grief, perfectionism, music, family, financial hardship, and the quiet fear of becoming someone you no longer recognise. Each movement remains a snapshot, a timestamp of a mind trying to make sense of itself while life continues to modulate around it. Perhaps there will one day be a final movement. Until then, the suite remains unfinished. P.S Look out for the stylistic contrasts between the different movements, some are more poetic and prose-like, whereas some are lyrical or perhaps descriptive.

While your trying to re-memorize your breathing style , you try to forget the demon era with your hopefully new friends.

I have found true happiness. I've always been a generally happy person, but there was always an underlying fear of not being good enough. Self-doubt was a passenger in my car my entire life. I'm proud to say I have finally kicked out that unwanted passenger, and now joy is my passenger for life. Sound cheesy? I don't care. I'm too happy to care. Don't YOU want to be too happy to care as well? You can get there. We all have the capacity for immense joy and well-being. We just have to overcome a lot of the mental roadblocks we've acquired over the years. I'll share some of the things I've learned that have changed my life. They can change yours too. Commit to being willing to change, and you, too, will unlock your inner joy and discover that happiness is yours.

You are a shy, self conscious girl trying to make your way through freshman year in college. When two "FBI agents" show up out-of-the-blue, you're stuck with choices you never thought you'd have to make! Will your anxiety get the best of you? Or will you let some strange men change your life forever.

She and her do not like to hang out together too often but since she is born attached to it she is trying to improve her relationship, with this significant other.

a story for those struggling with body positivity and accepting what god gave them.

A poem about reflecting on the inner workings of the self-conscious mind. This came during a time when I really started focusing on who I really am, WHAT I am, why I belong, etc. - all the questions that I was occasionally told were pointless by people whom I looked to for these important answers. Following little support from those around me on my impossible quest for knowledge of the unknown (the self) and the "true" nature of things, I became obsessed with introspection about my mind itself. This led then led to the creation of this abstract description of consciousness.

These are just thoughts and poems I have recently been hiding away. No I'm not suicidal, just sometimes get too deep, thinking about how life choices can be blurred and turned into desperation.

Only the hardest of heart should read,not really much to say it comprises mainly of my emotions

When you can't sleep. When your thoughts hunt you. When you're alone. When you need to voice out. When you're sad. When your brain is rambling. When you feel surrounded in darkness. When you're full of worries, hate, insecurities. When you don't have to smile. When it's nighttime. When you are you. _________ I actually have more parts, but they are too much to post.

I've created this poem to represent people who are self conscious and ashamed of themselves.♡🌹So if you notice someone really doesn't want to be looked at here is a little explanation to why they may feel this way. It's not necessarily that they are ashamed of themselves. They are just afraid of being viewed the way that they view themselves inside of their minds. Or how they were once viewed by other people in their lives at one point. ♡: So please be understanding!

THIS STORY IS UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING AND IS ON HOLD. I AM WORKING ON IT SLOWLY BUT I HAVE A MAJOR BOOK COMING OUT SOON SO I'M VERY VERY SORRY. I, Peyton Clarke, cannot STAND bad boy Koda. Koda (if that's even his real name) is arrogant, selfish and the most annoying person on the planet. He just moved to our school and mostly every girl is drooling over him. It's so gross. If I really thought that how did I end up like this? 17 and pregnant by the bad boy? Will he help me through this or be his selfish self and walk away? Or will he stay and help every way he can? Cover by me (might change)

They say that we're all beautiful, we just live in a judge-mental society. I beg to differ. My whole existence, is the proof. I'm not attractive at all. Date Finished: Around 2023 (I can't remember) Date Published: 07/28/24

Aria has never felt pretty in her whole 16 years of life. After some pretty major daddy problems, if you can even call it that, Aria moves in with her aunt in beautiful California. In her new school Aria befriends gorgeous girls and even scores an equally gorgeous boyfriend, but has yet to feel beautiful herself. Until one day Aria finds her road to prettyville, population: not Aria (or at least she thinks). Is her secret beauty method all that great? (Sorry I suck at descriptions, it's pretty good though, you should read the book)

'Would you have been angry?' Emery straight away asked, her head lifting up to meet his eyes. 'Angry?' He asked, disbelief clouding his vision. 'Why on earth would I be angry?' His voice changed drastically and his eyes turned soft. 'Why would you want someone that was broken?' She asked back, tears welling up in the back of her eyes. There was another bout of silence in the room. Emery wondered how many more were to come.

A small book of poetry written by my partner that I believe deserves to be read.