Deepthoughts Stories

These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

This book is a collection of my raw, unfiltered feelings put into words. It's about love, loss, hope, and everything in between-moments that make you stop and think or feel something deep. Dive in and see where the words take you.

I thought I had to fix myself first. But healing is a journey without end. This journal is for anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or tired of pretending to be okay-yet keeps searching for meaning in their pain and finding ways to heal and grow. It's for those who find comfort in reading someone else's heart and realize, "Hey, that's me too." In I Was Here: A Bipolar Diary, Yana opens the pages of her life with raw honesty - one entry at a time. In this non-fiction journal, blending the intimacy of a diary and the openness of a blog, Yana shares deep thoughts, realizations, and reflections about growth, faith, and the quiet lessons found in ordinary days. While Yana lives with bipolar disorder, this is not just about the illness - it's about life itself: the love, the heartbreaks, the stillness, the learning, and the moments of depression that teach her how to rise again. Each diary entry reads like a late-night conversation between two souls trying to make sense of the world. It's a memoir that gently reminds you that your story - no matter how flawed or unfinished-is still worthy of being told.

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

A bunch of words strung together randomly. A book of unorganised thoughts. A couple concerning, a few pretty. My diary. I could be anyone. I could be your best friend, your worst enemy. Your family, a stranger you saw on the bus. The girl in class you never noticed, your teacher, the ld man that reads news paper at the park. I am a person in this world, and this is my diary.

Between staying grounded in deen, responsibilities, dreams, emotions, family expectations, school stress, and unexpected connections, life was never supposed to be simple. We go through trials in life as promised by Allah. And those trials shape who we become, strengthening our hearts if we face them with patience and faith. And finally leading us to Jannah in shaa Allah which is the ultimate goal. "Tasleem" is a journey of growth, faith, love, mistakes, and the quiet struggles many young people carry in their hearts. It is a reminder that even while navigating through life's confusion, self-discovery, and change, staying close to Allah can become the very thing that keeps you standing. Some stories are about finding love. This one carries a different twist: finding yourself.

An original poetry collection by SSears90. Mostly dark, gloomy, and angsty (my favorite! lol) Just a collection of my feelings and thoughts on my bad days. Enjoy.

Growing up with a nickname like Misery can seem like the worst thing to happen to a girl. That is, until you find out that your father is a serial killer. Ten years after escaping the town that would never allow her to escape her father's dark shadow, Missouri Jacobs returns to Faulkner Montana with one mission in mind. She needs to settle her family's estates, then she can take that money and start a new life, maybe even with a new name, someplace no one knows her or the stories that surrounded her family. However, returning to her childhood home brings back all of the memories Missouri has been spending years trying to forget. And a chance run in with a boy she once loved with all of her heart makes not drowning in those memories over and over even harder. All set to leave, Missouri wants nothing more than to put Faulkner and everything that happened there truly in the past once and for all, but then... Another girl goes missing. Then another. Then another. Wrapped in a fog of déjà vu and separating the present from her past, Missouri is determined not to be blindsided this time. This new killer might be playing games with her, but this time, she's going to be the one to end this all, or she'll die trying.

A poetic collection where nature, elements, and emotions find their own voice. Each diary unveils a soul, reminding us that everything around us lives, feels, and speaks - if only we listen. So... leave certainty at the door. Bring only your curiosity. Because the pages ahead are waiting to tell you how the world has always been speaking- and perhaps, how it has been speaking to you all along. Penned by Piku GYUN 💚🌿 Note 👉 Images Credit: Gemini Ai, Canva & Pinterest 🎗️HIGHEST RANKING 🎖️#1 poetess (29th November 2025+, 6th July 2026) 🎖️#1 bestseller (26th November 2025) 🎖️#1 bookofpoems (12th November 2025+, 8th July 2026) 🥈#2 diaries (25th April 2026) 🥈#2 speak (12th November 2025) 🥉#3 bestbookever (22nd November 2025)

Beneath the snowy peaks of the Himalayas and the infinite sky, where even time stands still, there lies a mystery hidden for centuries. 'The Yogas' is not just a story, but a path to the depths of the soul. An old yogi, whose long white beard bears witness to his experiences and whose eyes hold a limitless, serene emptiness, is absorbed in the ultimate state of meditation. ​He is not looking for a God, he is a witness to the 'Truth' that runs the universe. When the world is losing its soul in the race of modernity, the meditation of this yogi gives birth to an energy that can change the direction of the entire human civilization. Are you ready to embark on this spiritual journey and find yourself? ​An untold tale of mystery, peace and self-realization that will leave you thinking.

We spend our whole lives begging strangers to handle us with gentle hands. We write grand rules for how we want to be loved, yet we never stop to ask the only thing that actually matters: "When was the last time you were gentle with yourself?" This is not a story about finding your other half. It is a sharp, surgical look at the quiet execution we mistake for romance: the decision to carve away your own landscape just to purchase an hour of quiet in someone else's shadow. Stop starving yourself to feed a stone.

Heart Is Petals Melting Like Metal is a collection of heartfelt poetry about love, loss, memories, and healing. Each poem captures the quiet moments between holding on and letting go, speaking to anyone who has ever searched for light after heartbreak. These pages won't erase your pain-but they may remind you that you're not alone in carrying it.

Enrich your day-to-day vocabulary and attain the wisdom of many generations. Each memorable phrase, adage and proverb will pass the torch of confirmed and invaluable knowledge with respect to the behaviors of people, perseverance, the passage of time and the importance of the self. ~~~ Always unfinished. Updated regularly. ~~~

~ This book is a collection of poems and deep thoughts ~ Embrace the power of solitude and reflection, creating a symphony of introspective poetry that delves into the depths of the human soul. ~~~~ I am no poet, this is my first time attempting it so please bear with me. lol Dictionaries are a huge help right now! Lol ~~~~ All rights reserved. I do not own any of the pictures that will be posted with the poems. If any are truly mine, I will say at the end of the poem. Please do not steal my work, and if you quote it anywhere please make sure you give me the credit and ask me before using it. Thank you!

Random Sindhanais ennoda raw, unfiltered thoughts, late-night musings, and everyday observations-oda motha muttai. Childhood memories-oda bittersweet nostalgia-la irundhu, adulting panra thallatam, society, love, and life-oda beautiful chaos-a paathna random rants varaiku-idhu eppovume nonstop-a yosikra mind-galkana oru safe space. Sila chapters unga sirippu muttum, sila chapters unga deep-a pause panni yosika vaikum, innosila chapters ungaluku romba down ah irukrappo oru positive feel tharum. Kandipa idula edachum oru chapter ungaluku relatable ah irukum. Just give a try.

"Some people are like the moon-far away in distance, yet never distant in feelings." 🌙 Still Breathing is a collection of prose about unspoken love, fading memories, midnight thoughts, and the quiet ache of longing. These pages are for the hearts that loved in silence, waited endlessly, lost pieces of themselves, and still chose to keep breathing. For the hearts that broke softly... yet kept breathing. 🌙

Hi, I'm Laiba. I write when emotions become too loud for silence and too quiet for the world to notice. These poems were never meant to be perfect. But maybe they were meant to be real. Some were written in peace, some in confusion, and some in the middle of nights when the moon felt like the only listener. These poems are fragments of quiet emotions, midnight questions, and thoughts that never found a place in conversation. They are not perfect stories- just honest echoes of a heart trying to understand itself. If a line here feels familiar, maybe it was never just my voice. Maybe it was yours too. This is Ansuni Awaaz- the voice that was never heard, until it became poetry. And if somewhere between these lines you pause for a moment, feel something you once felt, or remember a thought you never said aloud- then maybe this silence was always meant to be shared. Because sometimes the quietest voices carry the deepest stories. Welcome to Ansuni Awaaz.

Letters that were never sent and never reached the hearts they were written for.

"A Collection of Feelings" is a poetry collection woven from emotions that often go unspoken. Within these pages lie poems about love, heartbreak, longing, healing, and the quiet moments in between. Each piece is a fragment of a feeling, a memory, or a thought transformed into words. If you've ever felt too much, loved too deeply, or found comfort in poetry, this collection is for you. Written by Celene 🌙

If you've ever gotten through a day without knowing how - this is for you. PLEASE READ THIS! This one came from something real - a feeling I've carried, a dream I didn't ask for but didn't want to let go of either. Every part of it, the ache, the smile, the wanting - that's mine. I used AI to help smooth the grammar and find the words that fit closest to what I felt, so nothing got lost between my chest and the page. Hope it found you the way it found me.