Unsaid Stories

Some stories are written with ink. This one wasn't. It fell out of me... sometimes as a sigh that stayed longer than my breath, sometimes as a smile with nowhere to go, sometimes as tears that knew her name before I ever dared to speak it. These pages are not poems. They are the places where my heart chose words instead of breaking. Perhaps you'll find someone in them. Perhaps you'll find yourself. Or perhaps... you'll simply leave carrying a feeling you won't know how to name. After all, the deepest emotions have never needed a language. Best Rankings: #10 In Poem on 24-Jul-26

Ang ibang istorya ay isinusulat para maisapubliko at kung minsan isinusulat para makalaya sa potensyal na ibinabahagi nito. Dahil minsan nakakapang hinayang kung ang isang istoryang may potensyal ay manatiling hanggang doon lang...at maging hanggang doon ka na lang. Isusulat para makalaya o isinusulat dahil hindi makalaya? @luyangdilawxamatcha

words I want to express.

[A collection of one-shot stories] There are times when some words are left unsaid. Yet, the person understands everything. There are also times when even said words are not understood. Enjoy reading various stories of different characters where some words were said and some were left hidden in the depth of their heart.

Some stories are meant to be told, some secrets are meant to be kept, and some feelings are meant for only one person. There are so many things I wanted to tell you, but somehow, the words always stayed inside me. So I wrote them here instead. Every thought, every feeling, and every moment that made me think of you. Read between the lines, feel what's left unsaid, and remember. This is for you only.

WARNINGG‼️ This is not a fictional love story. These are real words from a real chapter of my life-the love I once held, the pain I couldn't explain, the memories I couldn't let go of, and the things I never got to say.

I saw the world in your eyes To know that we could've been so much more Than what we are right now If only We could've met each other At the right time... Until next time My love

Some words remained trapped in silence, waiting for a place to be heard.

This is a poetry collection that consists of the things we keep hidden from the world. Each poem strives to speak out the things we wish we could freely speak. Through this work, I hope everyone could find their own channel to express their own shadows.

Random thoughts lingered on my mind, when my voice wanted to hide. Heart will speaks, and eyes will seek. ㅡ Language: English Posted: April 22, 2021 © emnixx

This is composed of written thoughts and feelings that are buried in our minds. It comprises various components that could able to bring up.

"We all are born free But spend a lifetime Becoming slaves to our own False Truth" - Atticus "Words left unsaid." Just some poems that I wrote in my leisure time. Hope you like them. I appreciate every vote and comment. *** Trigger Warning : Mention of death , sexual harassment , suicide , Mental health.

"To Whom It May Concern" it unfolds as a poignant journey into the labyrinth of the writer's soul, where unspoken words form an intricate tapestry. As the narrative unfolds, the protagonist delves into the recesses of their heart and mind, revealing a reservoir of untold stories and random musings desperate to find expression. Amidst the chaos of life, this tale is a heartfelt exploration of the writer's inner world, an intricate dance of unsaid words longing to break free-a collection of intimate, unexpected revelations.

My poetry collection

A poem

A story about two souls who found an unspoken connection in the middle of laughter, music, and late-night memories - only to realize that not every love is meant to stay forever. Some people enter our lives briefly, leave behind the magic of love, and quietly become a beautiful pain we carry for a lifetime.

Poetry

Every single thing in this story is 100% real. No made-up scenes. No fictional tropes. Just my absolute reality. I am an extreme introvert, and absolutely nobody in my life knows that this crush ever existed. I never even found out his real name. But throughout my entire school life, Class 11 was the absolute best year for me-and he was the sole reason why. From the daily room swaps during Sociology to a heart-stopping interaction at the farewell dance, The Corridor Between Us chronicles a silent, intense bond shared between a junior in a white Anarkali and a senior in a wine-red suit. It's a story for anyone who has ever loved someone deeply, madly, and completely from afar.

They're just the things I wanted to say to you.