Midnightthoughts Stories

"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.

A collection of unspoken feelings, quiet realizations, and late-night thoughts that linger longer than they should. These words were never meant to be perfect - just honest. Maybe you'll see a part of yourself in them too. For hearts that feel too much, think too deep, and love too quietly.

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.

POEM COMPILATION *** Under the gaze of the moonlight, The stars asked three people that night, "What will you give in exchange for my light?" The doctor answered, "I'll give you my sight, So you will see the world in someone's eyes." The teacher said, "I'll offer you my wisdom, So you will build knowledge in your kingdom." The last one who talk only seldom, Stared at the stars with a lonely smile, "I am a poet, and I will not lie, I cannot give you a sight, nor I can be wise, I have nothing in my life but sadness only, So I offer you the RHYMES OF MY MELANCHOLY."

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.

"||He was a star she admired from the earth below. Too far to reach... yet bright enough to guide her through her darkest nights. Between unsent messages, midnight live streams, and silent prayers, she built a world where he became her comfort without ever knowing her name. But sometimes, love does not need meetings, confessions, or endings. Sometimes... love exists simply to save you.||"

This book is a collection of the author's thoughts written every midnight-those quiet moments when the world sleeps and the mind speaks most honestly. Each page captures reflections on love, loss, hope, fear, and self-discovery, offering readers an intimate glimpse into emotions often left unspoken.

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.

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

Quietly Restless is a collection of poems born from inner conflicts that were once about to scream but ended up on these pages. These pages hold unspoken thoughts, restrained storms, and the restlessness within that never announces itself. For those who feel deeply but speak softly, and sometimes end up bursting out with the wrong things.🌷

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

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

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!

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!

Unrequited: Unrequited love or one-sided love is love that is not openly reciprocated or understood as such by the beloved. The beloved may not be aware of the admirer's deep and strong romantic affection, or may consciously reject it. 3 in midnight thoughts 5 in my poems 9 in diary

Stephen had encountered another small talk with Matthew, who still insists the former that Brianna really has a thing for him. Stephen wouldn't entertain the gist of their discussion, saying that Bri is "just way nice to everybody". For some reason, as his other friends head home, Stephen tagged himself along Brianna's supposed me-time mall trip for that night. He was glad that his self-invitation got an okay from her. When the two got to the middle of their dinner, Brianna felt that she needed to use the bathroom and left Stephen with a favor to wait for a Facebook message from Bri's laptop and save it on her usb drive. But it seemed to have a mind of its own and Stephen found himself clicking everywhere on its screen. It looks like that's not the only thing Stephen will find out that night. He should strongly reconsider his stand on whether Brianna likes him, or not. xoxo

This is the beginning, how it happened, how we happened and how much I wish I would to have listened when they said that you're no good for me... yet now I'm too deep to just let go.

A short insight into the life of the one who collects our dreams every night.

A collection of dark couplets.

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.