Historias de Unspokenthoughts

Some feelings live quietly between the lines-never spoken aloud, yet deeply felt. This series unfolds gentle reflections on admiration, respect, and the delicate bonds we build without words. Here, you'll find poems that explore the beauty of silent connections, the strength of self-awareness, and the quiet courage it takes to simply be alongside someone without crossing the line. For anyone who has ever liked someone from a distance, wondered about unspoken truths, or found friendship in unexpected places-this collection is a soft place for your thoughts to rest. Let the whispers speak.

Dear you, You'll never read this. You'll never know it was you I looked for in every crowded hallway, you I waited for without realizing, you I loved - quietly, from a distance, for three whole years. You were never mine. But you became every poem I never meant to write. This is my journal. Of the love you never knew about. And the goodbye you never had to say. - from the girl you walked past a hundred times, never knowing she would remember every single one.

enjoy my unspoken thoughts

Secrets unspoken thoughts that can communicate with our souls.

In my own words, I write. A compilation of my own poems.

A poem

Ink Of Hearts, a compilation of poems that comes from the heart and wrote to set free the unspoken thought and feeling. Copyright © 2017 Nia Millares-Mangotara

Random collection of late night unsaid thoughts

The screen fades to black. A heartbeat echoes-slow, steady, heavy. Then a voice: "You don't know me. You don't know where I come from. You don't know what I carry." The scene sharpens. Eyes lock. The air vibrates with silence, the kind that makes the hairs on your neck rise. The kind that warns you: something dangerous is standing in front of you. This isn't anger that shouts. It isn't rage that flails. This is control on the edge of breaking. This is a storm contained in a glass, one crack away from spilling over. Someone smirks. Someone tests. Someone says the wrong words-"I get down." And the world tilts. The blackout rises. The other self wakes up. This poem takes you inside that moment-the shaking hands, the locked stare, the choice to turn away before the darkness swallows everything. It's the raw confession of what it means to inherit fury, to be born into fire, to live with a split inside you: one calm, one ready for war. You'll walk the property line where fear doesn't exist. You'll feel the warning spoken with chilling calm: "Try me if you want to. You have been warned." And you'll understand why respect isn't asked for-it's commanded. This is not just poetry. This is survival written in blood and memory. This is the blackout no one wants to see, yet everyone will remember. Stop scrolling. Step into the story. Once you read it, there's no turning back.

Slice of Life | Mental Health | Comfort | Diary Style Yana isn't the loud type. She's the kind who finds peace in the quiet- in coffee that's gone cold, in playlists that never change, in little laughs shared with friends between tired days. On the outside, she's okay. Inside, she's just trying to make it through one more morning, one more page in her journal, one more song that keeps her breathing. Just life-raw, soft, and a little messy. Because sometimes, surviving the day is already a story worth telling. ______ "Some girls sparkle in the spotlight. She survives in silence." A teen girl-young, small, and always tired. Her name is Yana Soliman, a high schooler who lives in the spaces between exhaustion and expectation. By day, a working student-juggling school, part-time work, and everything in between. By night, she's a church servant, an all-rounder in ministry-the girl who dances on stage, teaches kids about Jesus, takes photos during worship, then stays behind to clean what's left. Everyone knows her as the reliable one. The one who never says no. The one who smiles even when her eyes are begging for rest.

randomness- just thoughts

i write the words i can't speak.

from thoughts turned to poetry.

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This is for u.

A poetry with no limitations, thus i can pour my heart and soul to serve a sweet escaped for everyone. Ps. This is Unedited and there's still some grammatical error,coz i just type whatever comes to my mind hehe so pls bear with me.

We all have that unspoken thoughts, right? We all have that caged miseries held from our past. We all have that obscure answers never been questioned. We all have that one person we could not have. Love, let it out. Pour it out. This what her heart cries when her eyes could not withhold tears anymore...when her eyes lose sight of him, therefore.

Kaibigan, When you feel like you aren't given notice, know that there a number of individuals just like you. And when you feel you are at your weakest, someone will always be there for you to give sympathy, whether it is a stranger or a known friend. Yours truly, Kapanalig

A lost girl in her twenties seeking for herself as she is overcoming her hatred.