Selfreflection Stories

𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. Stubborn breezes giving a shudder, a little drizzle wetting the toes and the scent of the soil stealing away the mind. Infused with love, longing and seasonal blues, this peculiar book of beautiful poems is a place where nostalgia and bliss blend together. Just as the seasons change throughout the year, this book takes you along itself via these poems - some short, some long - written to let you feel the world more intensely. Dive into a place where the monsoon never ends. 🫧🍃Updated regularly. Perfect for quiet nights and deep thoughts. Happy Reading!

How do you become someone you no longer recognize? I never expected the hardest questions I'd ask in life would be about myself. The Man in the Mirror is a journey of self-discovery, accountability, growth, and the quiet moments that shape who we become. Sometimes the hardest person to understand is the one staring back at you.

Questions That Quietly Change The Way We See Life What if the smallest questions held the biggest answers? This isn't a book filled with instructions. It's a collection of observations, quiet thoughts, and "What if...?" questions inspired by ordinary life. Some chapters may make you smile. Some may make you laugh. Some may quietly stay with you long after you've finished reading. If you've ever wondered a little too much about life... noticed tiny details everyone else seemed to miss... or found yourself asking questions with no simple answers... Welcome. Perhaps you've been collecting tiny observations too.

I am tired of my head and I love to read and write so maybe shearing my thoughts that weight me down everyday at odd hours is what will help. Don't expect masterpiece, just some real unhinged thoughts of woman who got to adulthood. I didn't expect I'll make it this far, yet I'm here and I have no idea what I am doing.

journal entries from a girl that is either in love or insane. When life goes right or wrong this girl is just gone. Does she love life or does her joy turn to sorrow in the quiet moments?

Is it just me... or does growing sometimes feel like grieving? Not because you miss who they are, but because you remember who they used to be. We spend so much time holding on to memories that we forget people are allowed to change... Maybe the hardest part isn't letting go. Maybe it's accepting that some chapters were only ever meant to be chapters.

An ongoing collection of poems that explore the human experience, delving into themes of peace, mortality and the power of words.

A man about to confront his personal guilt and questioning his faith towards God to a dying priest. A woman in the process of closure and forgiveness talks to the spirit and ashes of her dead loved one swirling in the air. An old giant fur creature spends his final days with the children he loves in the woods of Hinaizu. Hinaizu, with its many secrets and history to unravel in various stories. A love story about two spirits born in the same sex bodies, oblivious to finding themselves back in another life as soulmates to be married and bound for each other. A strange man from the older era converses to someone regarding humanity and its spirit despite the age of technology. An astronaut sets his course of destination to a nearby planet where he will give humanity hope to once again be a part of life itself. These tales of loneliness, isolation, longing, grief; bittersweet love and hope; perseverance and care are like feelings buried beneath the ocean of tears and of water lapping across the shoreline in the quietness of the setting sun soon turning into night that reveals the darkness that we hide within ourselves. Personal, provocative and passionate, I've Felt It: Stories is a work that elevates the need of human connection in the times of where we thought everything is lost in time's embrace yet through the tunnel of darkness that we go through in our lives, there is sometimes a trace of hope to be found in this world of troubling times. Language: English Date published: Month of July 2024 Date finished: ?

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵. 𝗚𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲.

Language is a reflection of humanity. Chaos that veers into organization Just to spin away again with a giggle and a grin. Random poems that I write. I will update sporadically. Constructive criticism is appreciated. If you want to see my best poems, head to the back first as I will (hopefully) improve as I write. I also encourage you to check out SpeakerForTheFrost's book Two Shades of a Shattered Heart, which has their own poems as well as our joint poems. Enjoy!

Burnt out and grieving her grandmother's passing, 29-year-old Adelina "Lina" Salazar leaves the city to return to her hometown and her grandmother's closed bakery. With no baking skills and a weary heart, she struggles at first, but the townsfolk who step through her doors soon offer more than support-they give her genuine connection and hope. ‎ ‎Through their warmth, Lina rediscovers a life beyond ambition, learning that sometimes the heart only needs to rest, remember, and be still. And one morning, she pulls a tray from the oven and sees it-the bread has finally turned golden.

These poems are letters to old versions of myself. To the boy who laughed easier. To the teenager who dreamed bigger. To the man still trying to find his way home. A collection about memory, loss, resilience, and the distance between who we were and who we become.

I write about the people who learned to survive before they learned to live. Letters for Broken Souls is a collection of intimate reflections on grief, childhood, loneliness, injustice, womanhood, healing, and the quiet courage it takes to survive. Written like letters to those who have felt unseen, each page offers solace rather than solutions, companionship rather than judgment.

The Quiet Parts of Me an open letter to the parts of me that stayed silent for too long. The Quiet Parts of Me is a collection of the words I never said, the feelings I learned to hide, and the quiet moments that held more than they should have. This is where the silence finally learns how to speak.

We spend our lives chasing the next achievement, believing confidence waits on the other side of success. Another degree. Another promotion. Another milestone. Another version of ourselves. But what if we've been running in the wrong direction? Becoming Her is an intimate reflection on identity, resilience, grief, ambition, and the quiet discipline of returning to yourself-one promise, one choice, one ordinary day at a time...

Not every thought belongs to the same story. Some are only fragments-moments of wonder, grief, hope, silence, and everything between. This collection gathers the pieces that never found another home.

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.

This is for the nights when your brain won't leave you alone, when everything is quiet but your thoughts get louder, and you start thinking about everything at once your life, your choices, the people you lost, the ones you miss but don't talk to anymore, and the person you're slowly becoming. it's for the moments where nothing is actually wrong but something still feels off, like you're stuck between where you are and where you're supposed to be. there's no advice here, no perfect answers, just real thoughts written the way they come, the kind you've probably had too but never said out loud the ones that you wish you could talk with someone about but can't.

Just me writing about how I view the world with the conditions mentioned in the title, and just to write about how I view life in general. These entries will be sporadic and real time, so there will be long rants and many spelling mistakes.

For every soul that has loved, lost, and still believes in healing. ❤️