Self-reflection Stories

A Variety of Poems Ranges from Acrostic, Haiku, rhyme, Free Verse, Sonnet and others.

Trying to become the man my son deserves - one day at a time. This is me. Every day, trying to be a better man - even when I don't feel like one. A mess of thoughts, failures, wins, and everything in between. This is my journey in real time, raw and unfiltered. I'm not writing for attention. I'm writing for release. I pray that someone finds solace in the words on these pages. This is an ongoing journey with daily entries. It will be long. There will always be something to read. I think of this as a rough draft to a future published book - if I'm lucky enough to make it that far. Because of how I'm writing this, there won't be hundreds of parts. A new part begins each week, and daily entries live within the current week. Simple. Honest. Consistent.

Some days you try. Some days you fail. Some days you end up sitting in the parking lot for an hour.

Softness & Other Tempests is a collection of poems born in quiet hours, when the world is asleep and thoughts are loudest. It holds the soft parts of me and the storms I couldn't hide. For anyone who has ever felt too much, too loud, too sensitive - and survived it.

Behold, he walks though laid to rest, Entombed beneath my false behest.

Late bloomer : someone who becomes successful, attractive, etc., at a later time in life than other people.

An encyclopedia of adages, proverbs, phrases, and sayings of the English language, curated to preserve creativity among many cultures and lived experiences. Each entry offers a gentle reflection and real-life example, guiding readers through the subtle wisdom of everyday speech. This collection remains open to contribution, correction, and variation, allowing language to grow through shared understanding. ~~~ Always unfinished. Updated regularly. ~~~

For most of my life, I believed something was wrong with me. I was too blunt. Too quiet. Too uninterested in the social rituals everyone else called "polite." The things that felt natural to me-honesty, introspection, following instinct-were treated as flaws that needed correcting. And the thing I loved most, video games, was dismissed as childish or meaningless. So for years, I internalized a simple idea: maybe I was the problem. But stories have a strange way of reflecting truths we struggle to see in ourselves. Through games like *Persona 3*, *Metal Gear Solid V*, and *Metal Gear Rising*, I found characters wrestling with identity, morality, and the blurry line between good and evil. Their struggles mirrored my own questions: What does it really mean to be evil? Are morality and "rightness" simply rules society creates? And what happens when your instincts don't align with those rules? This essay is a reflection on growing up undiagnosed autistic, being judged for the way I think and communicate, and finding meaning in stories that many people dismissed. Because sometimes the things people tell you are wrong about you... are actually the things that help you understand the world the most.

A quiet poetry collection about repetition, uncertainty, and the spaces where meaning softens rather than disappears. From familiar circles to fading paths, unnamed feelings, and distant echoes, these poems listen instead of rushing toward answers. For anyone learning how to stay with what lingers.

poetry book 5, this one is dedicated to my violent self loathing!!! so if you've ever hated me, guess what!!! i do too!!! we have something in common at last ahahahaha read this and maybe you'll have something to get off to idk lmao

My selected journal entries ranging from May 2025 to present day.

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 book filled with poetry and quotes along with words of emotions!! -GENDER-NEUTRAL writings! There might be pictures concentrated on a certain gender (mostly female), so please, excuse that. -and lastly.... ENJOYY!!! Here's your🍿🍿

A collection of fragments from a silent heart and a wounded soul - emotions of pain, longing, love, and quiet hope, scribed by pen and bleeding through ink.

Yeh koi story nahi. Bas kuch vichar hain. Kabhi dil ke, kabhi dimaag ke. Agar aapko bhi kabhi ajeeb se random sawal aate hain... toh shayad yeh pages aapko thode apne jaise lagen.

The Rose and the Lantern is a quiet gathering of moments - memory, doubt, childhood, love, and the soft ache of longing. Rooted in Lancashire's fields and shadowed rooms, these poems hold both the thorn and the light - the beauty of what was, and the lantern we carry forward.

When the truth reflects it's self and imposing it's self upon you, What will be revealed?

In a noisy world, Chose silence. Sitting by a river, deep in the forest, I found peace not loneliness. No crowds. No expectations. Just water flowing, leaves breathing, and a soul finally listening to itself

This book is a journal in a form of poems. It is where I expressed my feelings and put pen to paper. Hope you Enjoy😊.

Clifford John Francisco was only 20 when tragedy stole everything-his dreams, his love, and his future. But fate isn't finished with him yet. After fifteen years in a coma, he wakes up to a world that moved on... and to a woman who once swore she'd never leave. Nikhole Delos Santos built her life again, piece by piece-without the man she loved, but with a strength forged from pain. "If you were given the chance to speak to your younger self, what would you say?" In a story that spans memory, fate, alternate paths, and second chances, 2935 isn't just a number-it's every heartbeat, every missed moment, and every possibility rewritten by time. Love. Regret. Redemption. Because sometimes, the real miracle isn't waking up- It's finding your way back. _blazzee