Latenightthoughts Stories

Short poems exploring the pain of losing someone without truly losing them, but losing yourself instead. A quiet grief for the past version that will never return, and the fragile hope of becoming something new, until sorrow slowly turns into joy. 📌 Pinterest board: https://pin.it/397dQqEff

One night, a message from an unknown number changes her life. Someone knows her secrets. Someone is watching. And now, she must find out who... before it's too late.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

Just a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years.

This is a collection of my short writings, quotes, and small scenes. So each chapter will be completely different. I make these often, so that means updates often! All I can say is you never know what you'll discover in this, because I'll never know what all I will discover inside myself! Enjoy! P.s.- If anyone has suggestions or critiques don't be shy!

My digital diary, real life experiences and deliberations. As a means to preserve my dignity, I choose to remain anonymous, but will love to converse with you. If you'd like to read the contents of the mind of a young Christian woman, feel free to peruse, but please don't judge.

Rants turned poems about random events in my life, or random thoughts and rhymes I thought about when I'm supposed to be doing something else- Updates randomly.

I'll be updating everyday with more and more random crap that will take over your Brain cells and devour your soul

An unspoken ache encrypted in verse - where understanding is not claimed, but proven through pain.

I write to let go of heavy thoughts, to lighten my heart, because life is short and writing helps me feel free. There is no connection to each story just my overwhelming emotions at time or past experiences

☼ Basically this will be my own journal for all of my after midnight thoughts. - I will be updating this everyday c: ☾

my third rant/spam book ! this is going to be another book full of complete trash ! enjoy ! sorry i'm inconsistent and lazy ily all xx stay gold

A book of late night shambolic thoughts scribbled and woven into artful words and posted into the great walls of the dark chaotic world. Some may look odd but they are politically and socially relevant. That is, #IfYouGetMyDrift

Hey Guys!! So Througout these past 2 months,(since Nov. 12),I've been getting some scattered poem ideas,and been really inspired by a poetry book I'm reading,called Longfellow's Poems,Listening to MGK,Braden Barrie,and All Time Low,and others. nights when I can't sleep,that lead to over thinking,lead to poem ideas too. (psa,short/one sentence ones are song lyric ideas) I've always been really insecure & paranoid about what others would think about my writing.... This is me letting go of that,and realizing I deserve to share & would love to inspire others. ENJOY!!

It was supposed to be just another walk home. Just another laugh. Just another "see you tomorrow." But tomorrow never came. Junseo never got to say goodbye. Now the world feels too loud, too quiet, too wrong. And in the ache of ordinary days, he searches for the pieces she left behind. A short coming-of-age novel about grief, guilt, and the little things that stay long after someone's gone. ⚠️ Needlemaker Warning: This story contains emotional grief, themes of loss, and gentle but gut-wrenching sadness. Proceed with tissues. You've been stitched into something soft and sharp. 🪡

"The only ones awake at 3am. Are in Love, Lonely, Drunk, or all three."

when the time comes , you'll see this . until then , i'll write down my words that could never come out my mouth . _________________________________ i started off thinking i knew what i wanted and who i was , but then i found out that i really didn't .

Bio ain't givin me enough space to put my life.

well this book is (basically a diary so yeah) its a book about the stuff I go through that I can't share with my everyday people

I guess this is where I'm venting? Not really having anyone to talk to is kinda frustrating so I figured why not dump everything here My therapist used to tell me to write in a diary and I guess it helped for a while until it didn't And then I found poetry which saved me in a way This is a window into my mind and I hope you treat it with care Do not forget that you are always loved...