3amthoughts Stories

A poetry collection

3 AM කියන්නේ වෙලාවක් විතරක් නෙවෙයි. මිනිස්සුන්ට තමන්ගෙන්ම පැනලා යන්න බැරි නිමේශයක්. මේ පිටු ලියවුණේ කවුරුත් නොදන්න රෑයවල් වලින්. හිනාවක් ඇතුළේ හංගගෙන හිටපු කඳුළු වලින්. ඇහෙන්න නොදී හිත කෑගහපු මොහොතවල් වලින්. සමහර නිසදැස් ඉපදුණේ ආදරෙන්. සමහර ඒවා වියෝවෙන්. තවත් සමහර දේවල්... කවදාවත් වචන වෙන්න නොතිබුණු හැඟීම් වලින්. ඔයා මේ පිටු අතරින් ඔයාගේම කොටසක් හොයාගත්තොත්, එතකොට මේ රෑයවල් නිශ්ශබ්දවම තේරුම් ගත් කෙනෙක් ඔයාට හම්බවෙලා තියේවි. - තුෂී වීරසූරිය (Fairyy girl)

These aren't perfect quotes. They're just honest thoughts written at 3 a.m.

Did this at 1 am

An unfiltered truth. My 3am thoughts that only come out when no one is there to judge and hear. Enjoy reading my not so very well written poetry, maybe you'll relate though. :) « The sun is setting, But unlike with life, It comes again. Enjoy the cycle while you can, Why take away the scientific miracle, Enjoy the view of flashing rays. » - me

My mind is also a mess, especially at night. So, I wrote poems for the soul. Here lies my river of thoughts with just an ink, paper, and pen.

Here lies the unsaid. the things I kept to myself, the pain i'm trying to bury, me behind the mask.

[POETRY] I think a lot, as the rest of the world does. Sometimes my thoughts do make sense, but most of the time they are too much for me to make any sense. When I can, I write what's in my mind and what plaques my imagination. I write what I see, I write what I experience.I write about love and all the other things that make me sick ,the one's that make me happy as well. So this is it, call it prose if you may but I call it poetry, because I'm a poet. These are my words, these are my thoughts. This is my heart, The book that nobody reads.

Things I wrote at night when I couldn't sleep. Mostly poetry. 》even tho everything's different, nothing has changed.

❝sorry, we're not taking order anymore.❞ ❝shh, i'm here just to see your pretty face.❞ she bit her plump bottom lip, looking down as she tried to hide her goofy smile to him. all rights reserved ©shitbaeb™ [another hopeless book published by me :)]

klexos- n. the art of dwelling on the past. - - - varying poetry from a wandering mind [[lowercase intended]]

❝The kind of jumbled sentences the brain can think of but lips couldn't bear to speak.❞

She had raging battles in her mind, in the midst of choosing between dark and light. These are the fragments of the spoils of war, this is the reality she must face, and this is her perspective, of this unfair, unjust, painful world. ---- ❝Her innocence became tainted, with thorns of hate and doubt, and with intertwined vines, of deceit, of falsity, and lies.❞ ---- For those who are lost in a maze of depression, with twists of betrayal, and turns of anger, and nothing but pitiful dead ends. ---- Book 1 in the Mindscape Anthology. ---- Cover by @jiuuvi

I've never thought of a creative title as this is just some of those random thoughts that I would like to share. Some of it you may find relatable, or no, but it is your decision to read the book. This book has been created on 3:00 AM, where I fond of, it is unhealthy, but, we all know that's where the thrill of life is.

This is what I be thinking at nights. Everyday of my life bruh

Just a book of some of my thoughts or things I've seen

Short poetries about confusion, love, 3AMthoughts, worth, self love, and overthinking

Each chapter is its own. None of it is connected.. right?

I have been doing poetry for 5 years . Not a professional but still learning . 17 year old writing about the world in her pov