Deepthoughts Stories

It's year 2200. Just a few days ago, the world celebrated a new century. A new era for humanity... But despite that things have changed a lot over those past few centuries, the humans have remained the same. With the advanced technology reaching a new level of power and liberation, the mankind is living in the era of the long desired 'tomorrow' that their ancestors had always been trying to achieve. And their more recent and most praise worthy achievement, being the creation of life itself... A new era for the human kind... A new era...filled with countless possibilities. In life, we find it easier to simply exist...to simply, wander through the unpredictable waves of the society. ~Memento vivere~ Remember to live... ~~~ [Future Earth AU] [All mentioned video game characters belong to Hoyoverse] [Cover made by me]

Just a writer with curious mind, overflowing with feelings that no one understands. A piece of paper and pen has became her friend instead. Is there anyone who could understand this secretive writer? (I know my poems are long but I try to express it in that way. That is my style of writing. Please my dear readers, please read it with patience. And I hope you'll love it)

My cosmic thoughts with love and light 💫✨🫶🏼🙏 this is my baby, and my creative expression, please enjoy

Just my personal poetry all together in one place, don't know if anyone will like it but oh well:)

Splinters of the Soul is a raw, unflinching journey through pain, memory, and the fragments that shape who we become. These poems trace the scars carved by childhood, the weight of love lost, and the quiet echoes of moments that never truly leave us. This collection is not just poetry it is survival, remembrance, and the voice of a spirit that refuses to be erased. It is personal. It is vulnerable. It is the sound of wanting to be heard. Let each verse pull you into a world where broken isn't the end... Just the beginning. Most importantly to be heard to be seen.

Everyone says, "I'm fine." This book is about everything hiding behind that. Each chapter starts with "How to..." but none of this is advice. It's not a guide, not therapy, not motivation. It's immersion - a way of stepping inside the psychology beneath everyday behavior. How to love too much. How to stay in a surface-level relationship. How to put up walls. How to know when someone is using you. How to fade into the shadows. How to leave fingerprints on someone's heart. How to make a star out of collapse. These aren't tutorials. They're x-rays. If you've ever felt "too sensitive," "too intense," or like you notice things other people shrug off... you'll probably recognize yourself here. And if you've ever wondered why people do the things they do - stay, leave, hide, love, disappear - these pieces walk you through the patterns without pretending they're simple. This is a book for people who see too much, feel too deeply, and keep loving anyway. Not to fix you. Just to prove you're not the only one who reads the world like this. If there's something you wish someone would explain - not in a self-help way, but in a real way - tell me in the comments. I'll write it. If it destroys me emotionally, even better. At least we'll both learn something

idea & written by : @nightless06moon┃©2025 bookcover : @nightless06moon Genre: angst, romantic, action, thriller, mxm started : 07.12.2025 finished : - ▂ »»"It was all real..., right my darling?"«« ▂ 【Disclaimer】 This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work may have some grammatical errors, because English is not my first language. You may correct me nicely, if a sentence doesn't make any sense.

this contains short storys ,poems, thoughs that sometimes pop in are mind and we have nobody to share with or how we feel.

This book won't try to "make you better" this book tells it like it is when everything and everyone around you feels manufactured and fake. It's a gut punch compilation of thoughts, rants, and honest moments from someone who's sick of faking it, sick of being disappointed, and sick of being told to "get over it". It's about trust and broken trust, disillusionment and loneliness, and that tiny little part of you that's just tired of it all but also still wants so desperately to believe that people care even when life keeps reminding you they don't. No glorification. No tidy conclusions. Just the truth as it is pissed off, messy, and human.

A heart that has loved, lost, broken, healed - and still hopes. This is a collection of words I once hid inside my chest. Poems about love, ache, longing, healing, and everything in-between. If you feel too deeply, welcome home. 💌

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

A collection of my poems.

A series of Kavitas,shayaris, poems written by (all unrelated)

kind of poetry .... During quiet nights , when the moon light accompanies me , I write the things i feel so deeply.

I fell in love with someone who loved being loved.

It is another written journal composed of a collection of thoughts, each reflecting the writer's unique perspectives on love. It may take the form of a poem, a story, or a simple passing thought. As the saying goes, "In every rose-beautiful and fragile-there are thorns." So it is with life and love: both are filled with differences and complications, yet they remain, and will always be, beautiful.

Welcome to the corner of my mind I don't usually show. I write to breathe, to sort the noise in my head, to spill out the things I never say out loud. coming from late nights, heavy thoughts, the kind of feelings that don't leave quietly. you'll find poetry pulled straight from my journal - unfiltered, emotional, sometimes soft, sometimes sharp. pieces may feel heavy or uncomfortable, because they were born from real moments, real pain, real healing. if you read along, just know this: everything here is honest. not polished, not perfect - just me trying to understand myself, one piece at a time

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.

These are my messy thoughts, my deepest feelings, and the short personal reflections I carved silently beneath my fearful heart.