Selfreflection Stories

There is no such thing as happily ever after. It is about what comes after- when love erodes, when responsibility is neglected, and when faith is forced to reconcile with reality. Rupturing the illusion of calm. Not to comfort but to examine. A repudiation. A reminder not to go back to that point again. Warning: Contains themes of sexual abuse and abusive behaviour. Some readers may find this triggering. Please proceed with care.

journal entries from a girl that is either in love or insane. When life goes right or wrong this girl is just gone.

Behind every quite smile is a story left untold. This poem is for the ones who learned to hide their pain, carry their burdens in silence, and wait for someone to notice the signs.

An Epistolary Short Story

Hordak reflects on his past decisions and the harm he's caused to Etheria and its people while working in the lab with Entrapta.

A place where I share my insights and experiences to help young Muslims and non Muslims to figure out their relationship with Allah.

🖤 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 by itsjustAmrit Think of it like pages torn from different days but from the same life. ❝ 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ Broken Pages is a collection carved from silence- 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. These aren't love poems. They're post-mortems. Grief sleeps between the lines. Heartbreak drips from metaphors. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 - "You're not alone in the dark." If you've ever smiled while shattering... If your silence ever screamed... 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. In the ash. In the aftermath. In the poetry only pain can write.

Trying to become the man my son deserves - one day at a time. This is me. Every day, trying to be a better man - even when I don't feel like one. A mess of thoughts, failures, wins, and everything in between. This is my journey in real time, raw and unfiltered. I'm not writing for attention. I'm writing for release. I pray that someone finds solace in the words on these pages. This is an ongoing journey with daily entries. It will be long. There will always be something to read. I think of this as a rough draft to a future published book - if I'm lucky enough to make it that far. Because of how I'm writing this, there won't be hundreds of parts. A new part begins each week, and daily entries live within the current week. Simple. Honest. Consistent.

Discover my world!

A collection of poems featuring discussions about sapphic relationships, metal health, and self-reflection. Any music or pictures used will have rights reserved by the creators.

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

an additional collection of poetry about anything and everything. just the yearnings of a desperate mind, really.

Idk why I'm doing this. Could this be considered a vent..??

Lilies in Quiet Places is for the moments when loneliness feels overwhelming and anxiety won't stay quiet. It speaks to the silent battles, the heavy thoughts, and the feeling of being unseen. Yet, like lilies blooming in hidden spaces, it gently reminds you that even in the darkest stillness, there is hope, softness, and you are not truly alone.

This is a collection of poems about the quiet things people don't always see. About being the friend who is always there but never chosen. About looking in the mirror and not recognizing the person staring back. About heartbreak, anger, loneliness, and learning how to survive feelings that feel too heavy to carry. Some poems are soft. Some are angry. Some are honest in ways that might feel uncomfortable. But every poem is real. If you've ever felt invisible, misunderstood, or like you were meant for something more than the life you're living right now, these words might feel familiar.

A collection of fragments from a silent heart and a wounded soul - emotions of pain, longing, love, and quiet hope, scribed by pen and bleeding through ink.

the title was based off the idea that often when you lose something you view as insignificant, it later proves to be worth much more.

They took her wings, Put string on her, She smiles, she dance With her wings no longer intact. A perfect image, a story forge Will she reclaim who she is? Or will she let the strings control her? The answer lies, for everyone to see. The door is open and I once again welcome you into my world.

This collection doesn't have an arc to it, or a single theme or style. I simply write from my own thoughts and experiences to hopefully connect others to their own thoughts and experiences. But these poems are meant to create meaningful discussion just as they are meant to create art. I want different perspectives to find errors and contradictions in my work, just as all of us contradict ourselves. Life is never harmonious, which is just as it should be. In these poems I don't intend to stay away from "hot button" topics such as politics, race, religion, class, gender, sexuality, or anything else that separates us. I don't intend to change my feelings to suit those of everyone else's. I intend to stay true to myself the best I can, and it is a privilege to be able to share this with you all. "Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words" - Edgar Allen Poe