Unspokenthoughts Stories

RANDOM THOUGHTS SA LAHAT, LITERAL NA KAHIT ANO. BASTA LAHAT.

♡▪~ FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S POETRY READING LIST STYGIAN SKIES (DARK) ON 25.10.2018 ~▪♡ ♡▪~ FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S COFFEE COMMUNITY READING LIST POETIC SERENADES ON 19.04.2019 ~▪♡ HIGHEST RANKING #38 IN POETRY POETRY CAMP STAR @ec_poetry OCTOBER POETRY CAMP 2018 2nd PLACE @ec_poetry OCTOBER POETRY CAMP 2018 2nd PLACE AT CREATIVE MIND AWARDS 2018 2nd place for Poem ''Come With Me'' in Earnesty weekly poetry contest 28. Whenever she speaks, In her mind runs A whirlwind of emotions That her lips Refrain from uttering... A collection of poems for @ec_poetry October Poetry camp 2018 Cover art credits to the rightful owner. Book Cover made by me. COPYRIGHT © 2018 BY @Aqilah_Naleem

"I never intend to lose myself" Many people envy the youngest in the family, thinking parents go easy on them and spoil them. But that's not how the youngest sees it. Andy works tirelessly to avoid being compared to her sister, who is two years older. She's seen each of her siblings leave one by one, creating new lives without her and leaving her behind. The loneliness she feels is profound, but she keeps all her emotions bottled up because she knows they aren't seen as valid by others. In her family's eyes, she's just the baby, and a child like her has no right to feel that way. While everyone else sees her as lucky, Andy struggles with the pressure to measure up and the pain of being left out. She's forced to grow up in the shadows of her siblings, with their achievements and lives constantly held up as standards she has to meet. Every day, she works hard not just for herself, but to break free from the comparisons and to prove that her feelings and experiences are just as real and important. Despite the perception that she has it easy, Andy's journey is filled with silent battles and unspoken hardships.

This story I made is only by my imagination and some may be based on my experiences. This is not really a story that you may think it is. I defined 'story' in this book as the "things that happen in my life" or let's just say, "the line of my life". - CHACHIEESS-

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

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.

a lover was once a stranger and now a stranger forever.

enjoy my unspoken thoughts

!!!!!not a story!!!!!! just random thoughts I get, few things I cannot say...just want to write somewhere....will be my digital diary

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

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.

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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.

i write the words i can't speak.

She's not into looks or voices she catches feelings through energy. A random glance. A shared song. A stranger humming the same track she played that morning. That's her kind of love story. Her lowkey hobby? Making anonymous playlists for strangers classmates, baristas, random jeepney seatmates. Para bang music is her way of saying the things she'll never have the guts to say out loud. Until one day, Liam - her tahimik, mysterious seatmate - finds a playlist named after him. "You made this?" "Honestly... di ko in-expect na makita mo." What starts as a shared playlist turns into late-night music swaps, secret glances, and emotions they both try to ignore. Kasi minsan, it's not the words. It's the timing. This is a story about quiet love, loud playlists, and two people who find each other in the spaces between songs.

Real emotions blended with fictional materialism

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 journal of raw truths, quiet battles, and loud victories. This is for the woman who's been broken, bruised, and burned by life-but still chooses to rise, every single day. Filled with motivational quotes, emotional passages, and reflections of a heart that never stopped fighting, She, Her, Me. is a collection of everything she couldn't say out loud-but finally chose to write. Read it when you're lost. Read it when you're strong. Read it when you need to remember who the hell you are. Love, Ysham

a collection of unspoken thoughts. all the fireflies we did not catch are all the moments we did not cherish, all the opportunities we did not pursue, all the feelings we pushed away, all lifes moments we did not live. please enjoy and interact in all ways you wish; comment or dm me, im always a stranger willing to listen :)

"There's a boy I never loved out loud- but my heart still whispers his name when no one's listening." She never meant to fall in love. Not with the boy who saw through her silences. Not with the boy who called her "Kidd" and made her feel safe when the world didn't. He listened, he comforted, he became a home she wasn't sure she was allowed to live in. But he also drifted, glowed up, moved on... while she stayed-quietly holding on to a love that never got a voice. This is not a love story. This is a story of everything that stayed locked inside. Of all the chances she didn't take. Of the silence between two souls who maybe-just maybe-were meant to collide. He was the only one who made her feel seen. Now, she's learning to look at herself.