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Anthology. Here's the unspoken thoughts I have. Here's the unspoken pain for the people who hurt me. I sent you letters, I hope you all will read it someday. Intended for you, this time I will set myself free. All rights reserved. -No parts of this book will be used or adapted without my permission.

Hello, this is my personal space for sharing my innermost thoughts and feelings. Here, you can discover the quiet struggles I face each day-my everyday life. Think of this as my private diary it's where the things I can't say out loud will finally be heard through writing.

Some stories don't end with hate - they end with silence. Adhoori Si Dastaan is a collection of Hindi and English poems about love that had to bow before family, emotions that were never spoken, and hearts that learned to say goodbye with dignity. These verses are for everyone who ever chose responsibilities over love - and still wonders what could've been. 💔

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

a series of thoughts that I will post when I randomly decide to write down what's going through my mind. [ lower case for stylistic purposes only. ] Written by: OneGirlNamedSara Best Rank: #89 Non Fiction (07072016) All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2016

Hey guys!! This is my first writing piece. It was written by me when I felt this idea that 'every heart secretly desires to touch the sky' touched my soul and I felt it deeply. I hope you like it!!

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.

A collection of letters for the quiet hearts, the tired souls, and the ones who kept showing up even when no one asked how they were doing.

A poem

a safe place to vent out my thoughts clearing my notes app

When I bleed, I pour out my blood and watch it form sentences that perfectly spell-out how I feel. // Welcome to the world inside of my head. I want creative liberty, so I'll probably do a fair amount of 'series' and mess around with different styles and formatting-whatever flows from my heart. (So everything I publish is written by me.) Sometimes my creativity flows in fictional ways; if that happens, I will make sure to label it so. Only warning: Sparse swearing. Highest ranking: #1 in unspokenthoughts

i write the words i can't speak.

Snippets from books I'll never write because I know I can't do them justice.

This is a poetry book of unsaid words, unspoken thoughts, heart break and mental health

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.

personal unspoken thoughts.

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.