Thoughts Stories

Author's note:- My book "Reflections" is a collection of poems that reflect hard times hence where the title arrives from, This book will keep getting updates from time to time as more poems are written. Each poem has an abstract title and very deep meaning so I hope you enjoy reading.

'I will marry' yeah finally this asshole had something to say, she kept my sister waiting for ages. He better treat her very well or else I'll be their little honeymoon package and I'll show him all of my karate skills. 'But I'll marry you' He pointed his finger at me, okay the hell is this now? I almost chuckled thinking it's a joke but everyone else just stood as if there's nothing that can be said against it. 'W_hat?' my sister said almost breaking. This asshole made my sister cry???????? 'Am sorry I can't marry you I am more attracted to your little sister' I almost jumped to him, until I heard my sister crying while she left the room. I was about to run after her but I stood in front of the so called husband 'fuck you' that was all I could say.

කථෝර වූ සංසාර ගමනට... හයියක් වන්නට අත දුන්නු මගේ හිරු කිරණ ඔබ... ඇරඹුම :01.10.2025

I am not a writer and this is not a story. These are just few floating thoughts of mine.

How can I let your voice slump into oblivion if it resembles the sound of the rustling leaves? This book is a reflection of my journey through the ebbs and flows of life-of repeatedly learning the essence of love, learning the pain of isolation, and finding myself again. Trigger Warning: This book contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including mental illness, trauma, grief, self-harm, and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised. #1 in poembook [7-31-25] #1 in poemcollection [7-30-25] #1 in poems [9-05-25] #1 in thoughts [8-25-25] #1 in poetrycollection [12-25-25] Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the photos used in this book. All images were sourced from Pinterest and belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. If any image belongs to you and you wish for it to be removed or properly credited, please contact me and I will take action immediately.

My head is a void full of ideas that evolve once written down. They are short, sometimes open ended but worth reading them. It's not me identifying with but much rather bringing characters to life with some simple words rowed one after an other. The style changes, develops and I am open to your opinions, don't hesitate to share them with me. My goal is the maximal number of chapters. With that: Welcome to the void in my head Picture:Pinterest Ideas: mine and when inspired written at the bottom as A\N

Its my thoughts in a book Yes that is dandys world

I fell for the warmth that knew it wouldn't last.

This is my second Artbook on Wattpad, so I hope you like it as much as the first <3 ✿ ✿ ✿⁠

❝The calm in my marrow spoke in muted bursts of fireworks. I was born for explosions and trying to be less.❞ Over the past decade, I've written poems, books, short stories, fanfiction and hundreds of thousands of words, but nothing felt complete. This collection of selected works was meant to be my final offering- the only thing ready for posthumous publication. Blood Orange Periphery includes poems written in the months preceding the end-that-didn't-happen, some of my best teenage scribbles, and journal entries that chronicle the transition from death-planning to recalibrating life.

A collection of poems written without a plan. Some are sad, some are about love, some are just thoughts that stayed too long. Rhyming or not, every poem here is honest.

Compilation on what I think and feel that I can't say. ~English is not my first language~

The city of thorns glowed with electric sorrow.

a thought vomit :)) (Don't add this into a reading list if you don't want notifs every second. However, you can come and see for updates every once in a while!)

When a fish loved an albatross high in the sky, Different in worlds, yet hearts asked why. Hayat and James, a love so deep, Not born of dreams, but truth to keep. A real story, not fantasy or art, Written in distance, sealed in the heart.

A simple, human exploration of how thoughts become beliefs-and why many of them aren't true. This book helps you recognise false patterns, question negative thinking, and develop clarity by learning to think beyond superstition and fear.

Every Indian student knows the smell of a dusty classroom and the hard, unforgiving surface of a wooden bench. To the world, it's just furniture. To us, it was a witness. It saw the first day we walked in with oversized uniforms and even bigger dreams. It felt the weight of bags that got heavier every year-not just with textbooks, but with the silent pressure to rank, to perform, and to belong. This is not a story of heroic triumphs or dramatic romances. It is a quiet reflection on the years spent sitting still while our worlds shifted beneath us. It's about the friends who became home 🏠, the teachers who saved us, the marks that defined us, and the moments we stopped asking "why" and started learning to pretend we were okay. From the first bell 🔔 to the final farewell, this is the honest journey of a life lived on the edge of a bench. #20 in thoughts #20 in deep #5 in student life #1 in school stories

Some feelings stay trapped inside us-not because they aren't strong, but because we don't know how to express them. This book is my attempt to free those feelings.Through letters unsent and poems whispered between the lines, I share parts of myself I couldn't convey in conversations. If you've ever felt unheard, this book is for you.

my heated thoughts Don't like? Just block. Don't report.

These are just some random ideas I get once in a while. so basically just food for thought. ;D ps, please vote and comment on chapters you like