Personal Stories

This is a collection of poems born from silence, survival, and identity. Written by someone who was told to hide, and chose instead to speak. Every poem is a quiet war. Every line, a piece of light. _________________________________________ 'And Strangle them with a rainbow shirt, Because Little broken boys just don't seem to hurt.' - From 'Too young' 'You're a man now, not little anymore, Still so little, Evermore...' - From 'My Favourite little Man' 'Would I too break my toys, if I did belong?' - From 'Mirror World' ______________________________________________ ⚠️BEWARE⚠️- There's too much going on in my poems ;) If you don't relate to my poems, I feel sad for you. If you do relate to my poems, I feel sadder for you. ______________________________________________ 1st Runner-Up In 'The Fathomless Verse Awards' 🏆 _____________________________________________ Remarkable Rankings! #6 in poems out of 222k books on 10/31/25 #4 in Poesia out of 16k books on 11/11/25 #20 in short out of 160k books on 11/11/25 #7 in inspiration out of 30k books on 11/11/25 #2 in Poesia out of 16k books on 11/13/25 #13 in short out of 160k books on 11/13/25 #1 in Personal out of 28k books on 11/15/25 #1 in Poesia out of 16k books on 12/16/25

thoughts from the smart girl. //the journal of wren// //highest rank #2 in non fiction// //all names of real people interacted with here are altered from their original versions for privacy's sake//

A collection of honest poems that might not be so sweet to read. The human experience, uncensored and unprecedented. These poems refuse to be softened and filtered. Everything I was once told to swallow quietly - not anymore. This is it. No sugarcoating. No sugar. Just me and my tea.

This is a personal poem diary. A quiet place where I write whatever my heart feels in the moment. Each piece is shaped by the music I love, the songs that sit with me when words feel heavy or hard to say. These poems aren't meant to be perfect. They're honest. They're small moments, passing thoughts, and feelings written as they come. This book is my way of loving music out loud, letting it guide my pen, my mood, and my truth. I will keep writing until my TRUE LOVE will find me. 🙏🔮✨

El perfume derramado nombra un amor que no se reserva nada y un arrepentimiento que no se esconde. Como la pecadora del Evangelio, mi historia no se presenta desde la dignidad aparente, sino desde la entrega total: lo más valioso roto, expuesto, desperdiciado a los ojos del mundo, pero precioso ante Dios. Éste libro es éso: una vida abierta, una confesión sin cálculos, un corazón que, aún manchado, se atrevió a derramarse a los pies de Cristo confiando no en su pureza, sino en Su misericordia.

Iván y Mara recorren el "camino oscuro", donde enfrentan su vacío, culpas y traiciones. Al confrontar su pasado y no abandonarse, comprenden que el vacío no se elimina, pero puede habitarse sin destruirse.

This compilation presents a range of Aryan's contemplations, introspections, viewpoints, and accounts of daily experiences. It additionally encompasses selected poems and other literary pieces.

basically a book dedicated to me

A girl with a diary of pages yellowed with age, in search of herself, sitting in the oddest of places: sometimes on a staircase, sometimes at the top of a slide, sometimes on the branch of a tree; writing about life, the way she sees it. 🏆 Winner by Popular Choice in "Campus Superwriters India 2020" hosted by @wattpadindia 🏆 1st place, Majestic Inc Junior Awards 2019 🏆 2nd place, Talent Awards 2019 🏆 3rd place, Astrologer Awards 2019

literally my freshman year diary contains: rants, assignments, people, life, problems

Just a journal to write my thoughts outside of writing and more about my life! All writing here is my honest opinion and so reading this is at your own fault, I wish to see no disrespect to it. If you don't like what I write here then just don't read it.

Bull shit personal / art book

Everything from random thoughts to philosophical insights and facts I find important.

Luna, tu que me escuchas, no dejes de iluminar"

Confused, and in love with her (supposedly) straight best friend, Sam doesn't have it easy. Keeping feelings a secret from anyone is bad enough, but Laura is her best friend, the girl she sees every day, the girl she is more honest with than anyone else So it's inevitable that one day, the truth will slip out... But when it does, what will happen? Will everything go to plan, or will it she lose Laura, and end up even more confused than she started out...? ~~~~~~~~~~ I drew on several personal experiences whilst writing this and tried to keep it as original as possible, so even if the plot sounds cliche, please read. Hopefully you will be pleasantly surprised ;)

This is a collection of essays that refuse to leave my mind until i share them.

They begged. They cried. They pleaded. They even threatened (which creeps me out a little). They want a sequel THIS badly? Well.... Here it is.... But is it what they expect? Well...we'll just have to see, won't we? (If you found this book via a tag on this book, this is the third and final installment of my Dangan Ronpa Minecraft series. The first is Dangan Ronpa Minecraft...FAILURE?!? and the 2nd is Dangan Ronpa Minecraft...Reverse?. ...That is, if you want to read them.) (Cover by the amazing artist @KitKatAttack101 )

my feelings during my 13th year of life :) best rankings: #1 in journal (out of 33.9k stories)

This is a collection of the poetry that I have written over the years that have helped me deal with the things I was going though at the time. Some have been published, some have remained close to my chest for a while. All are copyrighted and my original work.