Midnightthoughts Stories

A collection of poems and thoughts for the days when everything feels heavy. For the quiet hearts, the tired souls, and the ones still trying. Don't let the hard days win.

Not every wound bleeds. Some of them wake up with you every morning. Blooming Through the Ache is a collection of poems for those who learned how to survive before they ever learned how to live. These verses sit in the heaviness of ordinary days-the exhaustion that lingers after sleep, the dreams postponed by responsibility, the quiet ache of feeling detached from your own life. This book is not about healing overnight. It is about waking up anyway. About carrying pain without being consumed by it. About growing in places where light rarely reaches. Written for anyone who feels worn down, unseen, or stuck in a life that doesn't quite feel like theirs, these poems offer companionship rather than answers. A reminder that even in the deepest ache, something within you is still breathing, still resisting, still becoming. This is for the tired hearts. The silent fighters. The ones who blooms, even when it hurt.

A collection of my raw and unfiltered reflections-confessions, heartbreaks, inspirations, and moments of love captured in words. These random thoughts are pieces of a soul, shared one page at a time.

A collection of poems born from unspoken feelings. Love that stayed quiet. Words that were felt before they were written. These poems are about longing, soft confessions, and emotions that never found the courage to be loud. For those who loved deeply, silently, and honestly. If you've ever felt something you couldn't say- this space is for you.

"Excuse you, it's optimism and a balanced breakfast . Want some? " "I would rather eat a dry wall" Ayaan X Maya Grumpy X sunshine He fell first and harder He doesn't believe in happiness that lasts. She believes kindness can soften anything. Where we finally belong is a fast-paced enemies-to-lovers romance where academic rivalry meets grumpy-sunshine chemistry. Packed with tension, banter, and emotional moments, this story proves that sometimes the people we fight the most are the ones we love the hardest.

Just some thoughts from a mind that's in chaos. I hope you'll like it. :)

Moonlight & Fireflies is a collection of poems mainly about love, heartbreak, friendship and life. The book contains 50 short and simple poems. This is actually my first attempt so I hope you guys like it

Things hit different at night. Some random thoughts. Some questions. And overthinking- overloaded, always after midnight.

I write letters to the dead. Not because i believe they answer_ but because the living never did. Until one day... Someone wrote back. And my carefully stiched reality began to BLEED

I told him, "I'll fight for us until I can." And I did- until love became a war I could no longer win. This is my heart in pieces, my thoughts at midnight, my what ifs, my almosts, my unfinished goodbyes. And maybe, just maybe... my way of moving on.

Dear old love, *** *** *** From, The bird that learnt to fly

Unsent letters, poems, thoughts & feelings to my bias Park Jimin. From: His forever fangirl, Pjz

you never know what wonders in your mind..., but you know, you'll forget soon enough. so write it down, speak it out loud, only for your ears to hear from the words that slipped from your mouth ➴ ✇ might be triggering, curse language, suicide reference, sex references, drugs references, please beware of what you're reading, if you don't feel comfortable, you can leave. if you think you need help, i'm always here to hear all of your problems, if you're not comfortable talking to me, try to talking to your friends, family, your dog, or goldfish, maybe even a therapist. please be 13 + ✎ I guess you can call it poetry or just some random words that aren't even close enough to poetry...but this is only from my thoughts so, yuh... ✿ enjoy I guess... love L,

A collection of poems, lyrics, and thoughts by hales1053

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

Sometimes the midnight ghosts bring out the dark side of my soul and I fall into a vicious cycle of restless self realisations.

Just some things that come to my mind Just some things that I like to write. Some came from the heart Some came just to remind... This book is some poetry that I write for fun and to forget about everything else. I hope you like it!

If this happened to you. Would you give it a shot? Or would you turn it down? What would you do? All comments are openly welcomed and approved. Feel free to comment as wished within a reasonable range. Please no hate comments. Thank you! Hope you have an incredible day! Goodnight/day my Lovies!

This is not a metaphor. This is not a dramatization. This is what a panic attack actually looks like when it doesn't stop. After midnight on a cold Thursday night, my body turned against me. What started as a familiar warning - that quiet something's wrong feeling - turned into hours of pacing, shaking, dissociation, and survival rituals that didn't work the way they were supposed to. I walked until my legs felt hollow. Held ice until my hands stopped feeling real. Cleaned bathrooms because movement was the only thing keeping me upright. Tried food. Tried noise. Tried silence. Tried lying down. Nothing shut it off. This is a record of that night - from the first wave of panic to the moment I finally came back into myself days later. No inspiration. No recovery arc. No clean ending. Just what it's like to stay alive when your nervous system refuses to let you rest.