Unsentmessages Stories

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

He was typing... She waited. The dots disappeared. The train left. The number got blocked. The story ended. This is what happens when no one is brave enough to hit send. Finished. Permanently. If you hate open wounds and unsent messages, back out now. Still here? Good luck.

Caption pretty much Explains it <3

This is a compilation of all the poems/messages I've written for this specific person. She's someone very dear to my heart. Someone I love wholeheartedly. To all the people who'll be reading this, bear in mind that the things you may read in here are mixed. It can be heart breaking or heart fluttering. And to that person whom I dedicate this book to, I love you. Some of these you have read already, but some are unsent messages that I didn't let you read. DISCLAIMER: I am not a pro at making poems and I write whatever I feel and think. This book is both in english and filipino. Some of you may not relate to whatever is written in here, But hey, I made this specially for her.

What if love could linger in pixels? Ghost in the Screen is a haunting love poem for the digital age. It explores the ache of unread messages, the pulse of a blinking cursor, and the fragile intimacy that flickers across glowing glass. A story of distance and desire, where presence feels spectral, yet absence is never complete.

Whispers from the past, echoes in my soul. Unsaid words, now shared.

what if you lost someone that meant the world to you? would you send them messages everyday, hoping they would answer back. here are Mary's lost messages to Andy.

a series of messages he will never send.

A collection of unsent confessions, silent stares, and feelings that never found their way back. These are poems written for someone who never knew- or never cared to know. One-sided love. Teenage ache. All heart, no reply.

I've always loved writing, but I don't think I've ever been any good at it. If you would be willing to give my thoughts a try, it will honestly boost my ego Thanks to @dummmistviehh for Proofreading

The Ghoster's Haunt" is a witty and darkly humorous poem that explores the common modern experience of ghosting in relationships. The poem follows the perspective of someone who has been abruptly cut off in communication, reflecting on the mysterious disappearance of the other person. Through playful yet eerie imagery, it pokes fun at the absurdity of ghosting, likening the ghoster to a phantom that fades into oblivion. With themes of modern dating and digital disconnection, the poem uses sarcasm to express frustration while also making light of the situation. It touches on the emotional confusion left behind when conversations are left unfinished, blending feelings of annoyance with dark comedy. "The Ghoster's Haunt" captures the ghosting phenomenon in today's world, turning the frustration of being ignored into a hauntingly amusing experience.

Yannie Delaine made an RP account under the name Aika Demeur, believing it was just a place to escape-nothing real, nothing permanent. For her, RPW was only a game. Until she met Kel Ganmor- the name behind Arki Vale. What started as a simple conversation slowly turned into comfort, consistency, and feelings Yannie never planned to have. But when emotions become real in a world meant to be fictional, fear follows. This is a story about online identities, denied feelings, and the quiet kind of love that doesn't ask to be felt-only remembered. Sometimes, the most genuine connections are born where you least expect them.

...I wrote it all out, all the conversations we ever had but here I wrote it all, not just the stuff we sent to each other, but the stuff I really wanted to say too. And I love you.

Collection of words, phrases and poems unspoken. Prologue of book Dark Souls. These are excerpts from the souls' past lives. Slow Updates! This is a work I'm just going to be doing on the side!

Hello, dear reader 🌸 This is my first poetry collection under the name Sa.iah. It is called Just Watching the Stars Afar: Poems and Prayers of Silent Love. This book is not about love returned, but about love endured - quietly, faithfully, sometimes painfully, but always with gratitude. These poems are confessions I never spoke aloud, prayers I tucked between pages, and vows I kept in silence. I hope that if you've ever loved from afar, prayed for someone in secret, or carried a devotion quietly, you will find yourself in these words. Thank you for reading 🌙✨ - Sa.iah

We weren't official. We didn't even break up. But I'm still healing like you were mine. You gave me attention like it was affection. You stayed close enough to confuse me- but far enough to never be responsible. We weren't a couple. But I still find myself healing from you like we broke up. You didn't give me love. You gave me almost. Almost something. Almost yours. Almost enough to stay. You never told me to wait. But you never told me to leave. I'm not writing to get closure. I'm writing because you never gave me a clean ending.

I luv u

these are messages left in my notes because I was too afraid to send them to people I love more than life which are actually just two people. I hope you enjoy reading them (they are in no way shape or form poetic but they are from the bottom of my heart)

She asked for one hour of peace. He gave her three months of guilt. After a painful break from a possessive relationship, 23-year-old Nila just wanted silence - and space to heal. But fate had other plans. Every day, on a crowded train to her internship, she meets Arin - a 30-year-old stranger with calm eyes, quiet strength, and a mystery behind his soft smiles. What begins as casual chatter slowly turns into comfort. Then curiosity. Then confusion. As Nila battles her past and questions her heart, she's drawn into a connection she never expected. But Arin isn't perfect - and she isn't sure she's ready to fall again. Between shared train rides, unanswered messages, quiet heartbreaks, and unsent texts... Can you really find love in the moments you almost missed? A slow-burn journey of healing, friendship, and the kind of love that doesn't rush to hold you - it waits for you to choose.

Since I already closed my first ever non-fiction story, I will now open a new one. It's called "Unsent Messages". This was created due to some of the messages I wanted to sent to a certain someone but I always anticipate to send. This are all the messages that stayed in my notepad. I actually don't even know why I decided to put this all here but I guess, here you go? I hope, posting this here would somehow reach the person that was supposed to be the receiver of all of this messages.