Deepthoughts Stories

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

I thought I had to fix myself first. But healing is a journey without end. This journal is for anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or tired of pretending to be okay-yet keeps searching for meaning in their pain and finding ways to heal and grow. It's for those who find comfort in reading someone else's heart and realize, "Hey, that's me too." In I Was Here: A Bipolar Diary, Yana opens the pages of her life with raw honesty - one entry at a time. In this non-fiction journal, blending the intimacy of a diary and the openness of a blog, Yana shares deep thoughts, realizations, and reflections about growth, faith, and the quiet lessons found in ordinary days. While Yana lives with bipolar disorder, this is not just about the illness - it's about life itself: the love, the heartbreaks, the stillness, the learning, and the moments of depression that teach her how to rise again. Each diary entry reads like a late-night conversation between two souls trying to make sense of the world. It's a memoir that gently reminds you that your story - no matter how flawed or unfinished-is still worthy of being told.

Random Sindhanais ennoda raw, unfiltered thoughts, late-night musings, and everyday observations-oda motha muttai. Childhood memories-oda bittersweet nostalgia-la irundhu, adulting panra thallatam, society, love, and life-oda beautiful chaos-a paathna random rants varaiku-idhu eppovume nonstop-a yosikra mind-galkana oru safe space. Sila chapters unga sirippu muttum, sila chapters unga deep-a pause panni yosika vaikum, innosila chapters ungaluku romba down ah irukrappo oru positive feel tharum. Kandipa idula edachum oru chapter ungaluku relatable ah irukum. Just give a try.

Some hearts speak through words, some through silence.. mine speaks through the feelings I could never say out loud.✨️ These pages hold little pieces of my heart, my thoughts, and the way I see the world.. born from dreams, fears, hopes, quiet observations and emotions that stayed with me. (Every piece carries a story, even if it was never told.😉✌️)

This is my diary, L's diary, I'm a 18 years old boy who want to know more about himself, who want to see what his mind will take him, what his day's like, how his thoughts go trough him mind. With daily writing and publish, I hope you're going to have fun having intern discussions with me, that you'll be able to help or understand my issues, as well as my happy moments. Feel free to explore my universe, my world, my mind and my diary. I hope you're going to have fun with it. L

Corruption is not just about stolen money. It is about stolen chances, delayed dreams, and families forced to suffer for choices they never made. When public trust is betrayed, the people pay the price. 🇵🇭🖤

"Did you steal some jewels to make yourself shine?" ​We live in a world that praises the loud, the proud, and the strutting peacocks. But what happens when the noise dies down, the colors fade, and the truth is exposed? Echoes of humility is an unfiltered collection of free verse and spoken-word poetry exploring the battles we fight inside ourselves-the war between ego and authenticity, arrogance and grace, pride and humility. ​Step inside, leave your ego at the door, and discover what remains when the mask falls off. ​Status: Updating weekly Includes themes of: Self-reflection, moral growth, identity, and inner peace.

Love,Time,pain and many other things are more than what we think they are

"For the hearts that feel too much, too often, too deeply. These poems are for you" This is a collection of feelings that you all might be bearing. I just want to be someone who understands you.

Echoes of the Unsaid is a collection of poems woven from silence, longing, nostalgia, grief, hope, and everything that lingers in between. Perhaps, somewhere within these pages, you'll find words for the feelings you never knew how to name.

These are the essays I've wrote when I was young and the essays I've made recently, too. They are intense and can be really deep. None of the pictures I included in my essays are not mine. I found it in Pinterest.

These are the catacombs wherein my deepest fantasies, darkest fears, and every carefully crafted facade have been entombed. Here my soul lies, stripped bare before you. Tread gently, tread fearlessly, and enter with your eyes forever open.

Poetry that I wrote

just a collection of poems cuz we <3 poems. A reminder that 2 different people are writing and our styles are different! NO AI TOOL HAS BEEN USED IN THIS POEM BOOK

Her head wasn't empty It's filled with voices Her head is messy Filled with noises THIS CONSISTS OF GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, TYPOS, AND MISTAKES THAT'S CURRENTLY UNDER EDITING. WARNING!! PLAGIARISM IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED.PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME

In the heart of the desert, a forgotten antenna begins to vibrate. No one else hears it. Except her. An echo repeats through frequencies that shouldn't exist. It doesn't carry voices. It doesn't carry data. It carries something older than any language. And it's growing. On the other side of the world, someone takes note. And someone else... prepares a response. A conspiratorial science fiction novel filled with mystery, impossible signals, and a truth not everyone is ready to face. It begins with a sound. It ends with a choice.

[Winner of the Special Poem Category & 3rd Best Prose Poem in the Summer Poetry Awards] Tides of the Soul is a poetic, reflective novel about healing, self-discovery, and learning to let go of what no longer serves us. Just like the tides that carry away the old to bring in the new. Life moves like the ocean, always shifting, always changing. We hold on to pain like stones in our pockets, weigh ourselves down with the ghosts of what could have been, and let the past pull us under like an unforgiving current. But what if we chose to surrender? What if we let the waves cleanse us, let the tide carry away our burdens, and trusted that what is meant for us will always return? Through lyrical prose and deep introspection, Tides of the Soul takes you on a journey of release, acceptance, and renewal. A story of breaking free from the weight of yesterday and learning to embrace the ebb and flow of life. Like the ocean, we are meant to move, to change, to let go. And maybe, just maybe, we are meant to be free. #1 in SOULFUL #5 in INSPIRATIONAL

This is my first poem. I hope you enjoy reading it. This poem is for someone whose heart is shattered into pieces, yet still longs for the one they love. A collection of verses born from raw emotions, delightful feelings, and lingering thoughts. These are the words we whelmed from ourselves and from the world. An overwhelming pain we carry WITHIN us; unspoken words that create a boundary in silence, where distance leads to being misunderstood in a chaotic world, we never spoke out. In the end, it's just a word we never spoke clearly.

Your wallflower through times and seasons. Gleamed golden with an inside of crimson.

Heart Is Petals Melting Like Metal is a collection of heartfelt poetry about love, loss, memories, and healing. Each poem captures the quiet moments between holding on and letting go, speaking to anyone who has ever searched for light after heartbreak. These pages won't erase your pain-but they may remind you that you're not alone in carrying it.