Deepwriting Stories

Some journeys begin with a destination. Others begin with a feeling. And then there are journeys that begin with a voice only the heart can hear. A vast ocean stands between you and the shore you dream of reaching. You enter it carrying faith, hope, illusion, and the warmth of those you believed would never leave. But oceans have a way of revealing what shores conceal. One by one, the companions disappear. The boat begins to break. The strength begins to fade. And eventually, there is nothing left to hold on to- except the will to keep moving. This is not merely a story about losing people. It is about losing the versions of yourself you once thought you needed to survive. It is about Mohabbat / Love-the kind that makes you cross an ocean for someone. And Ishq-the kind that makes you cross it until there is no one left to reach... not even yourself. Because perhaps the greatest love story is not the one where you find someone at the end. Perhaps it is the one where, after losing everything, you finally find what was left of you.

Some feelings are too heavy to speak... so they become letters instead. Letters to Feelings, People & Things is a collection of unsent words written to everything we loved, lost, feared, and never understood. From heartbreak to healing, from silence to rage, from "I miss you" to "I should've said this earlier" - every letter holds a piece of a story we all live but rarely say out loud. These are not just letters. They are emotions that learned how to breathe on paper. If you've ever felt too much and said too little... this book might feel like home.

Letters which are dusty and forgotten from the void, with a history that speaks --- every letter that whispers moments and mysteries from the world of the endless.

🌊 How the Ocean Drowned the One with Glory By Maren Thorne 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕬𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖑: Where Anchors Fail Have you ever seen the sea take down something too mighty to break? Not because it was weak. But because it was glowing. This is not a love letter. It's a warning. To the ones who rise too high, who carry too much light, who think they can sail untouched. The ocean has a type-he's drawn to glory. And when your shine matches his hunger, he pulls you under. Not because you were broken, But because you burned too brightly. This is a poetry story about drowning without water. About carrying salt in your blood until you feel nothing. About becoming something violent just to survive. And about the pain of being watched while you suffer-only to be blamed for burning. He doesn't care how powerful you are. He waits. He swallows. And when he's done, you'll be just a story told in echoes and fossil bones. Because the ocean doesn't destroy the weak-he devours the ones who dared to be strong.

I have too many questions and too many feelings that I don't want anymore.

A birthday isn't always a celebration. Sometimes it's just proof that you survived another year. If your birthday doesn't feel special anymore, you'll understand this piece.

"I Am The Devil." That's what they call me. The quiet boy in the corner who never laughs, never blinks first, and never forgives a lie. My eyes scare them, my silence unsettles them, and my honesty cuts too deep. I spend my days buried in books, dismantling the world one thought at a time, until she walks in - the girl who dares to look back at me without flinching. She's warmth, I'm frost. She's chaos, I'm control. And yet, she stays. But people like me don't get happy endings. I ruin everything I touch. And when love finds me, it doesn't save me, it shows me just how much destruction I can bring. This is not a story of redemption. This is the story of how I learned to live with being the villain of my own life.

December feels like a doorway a soft place where the year gathers itself and asks what we learned, what we carried, what we survived. These poems are pieces of my journey : the warnings I ignored, the devotion I misplaced, the victories I didn't see coming, and the quiet mercies that held me when I didn't know how to hold myself. This is my year, unfolded in poems faith, fragility, obedience, and the gentle ways God stitched me back together one lesson at a time. If you've walked through a year that stretched you, maybe you'll find yourself here too.

A collection of my favorite pieces of poetry, with some of my own creations mixed in. Credit where credit is due, as best as possible

A three-part poem series about being the child who was never chosen, the sibling who lived in the shadows, and the kid who learned to laugh so no one heard the hurt. This is jealousy, anger, sarcasm, trauma, and honesty poured into poetry for the ones who grew up feeling like an extra page in a family story.

Love is not always loud. Sometimes, it lingers in memories, in almosts, in the quiet spaces between two hearts. Echoes of Us is a collection of poems that captures every shade of love; the gentle, the broken, the healing, and the kind that never truly leaves. 🖤

What happens when someone becomes the center of your world... and then slowly disappears from it? The Last Page of Us follows a boy who falls in love with a girl whose laughter felt like sunlight and whose silence felt like winter. From late-night conversations to unread messages, from tiny promises to quiet heartbreak - this is the story of a love that grew beautifully and ended quietly. This book is for you if you've ever: •loved someone silently lost someone slowly waited for a message that never came • held onto memories more than a person •wished for one last conversation It's not a story of blame. It's not a story of revenge. It's a story of feeling - deep, raw, honest. Some people stay, some people leave. But some... remain forever as the last page of us.

This was meant to help narrate pain, darkness and hopelessness in a deep manner. It is a series of simple poems which explain the complex nature of emotional and mental suffering. It takes you through a journey of grief, incandescence and regret. The writer in the end says... "Sometimes what offers to help you, is what actually kills you". Simply, do not trust anyone.

What if the problem was never you... but a world that never knew how to see you? Lucifer: the world doesn't understand us is not a story about good or evil. It's about being judged before being understood. It's about carrying labels you never chose. It's about falling... and realizing you were never truly standing. Between silence, rebellion, and acceptance, this book dives into the mind of someone who learned to survive in a world that prefers masks over truth. Here, "Lucifer" is not a villain. It is a symbol. A silenced voice. A suppressed identity. Everything the world rejects... until it is forced to face it. If you're looking for a light read, this may not be your place. But if you've ever felt lost, misunderstood, or tired of pretending to be someone you're not... then this book was written for you.

He loved a girl who never really loved him. And I loved him... the way cactuses love- quietly, from a distance, with thorns hidden beneath soft petals. Ayansh thinks I'm just a friend. Just a sister. But I've been listening to every heartbreak, every tear he hides in silence. And while he keeps watering the wrong flower... I stay. 🌵 A story about one-sided love, quiet pain, and a girl who never asked to be chosen-only remembered. For the ones who love silently. For the ones who never get picked. This is your story. - Shruti

A collection of short poems. Hope you enjoy!

Sometimes, the pain isn't loud. It doesn't scream, it doesn't break things- it just stays... and slowly becomes a part of you. I smiled when I was supposed to, spoke when it was needed, and stayed silent when it mattered the most. Not because I had nothing to say, but because I knew no one was really listening. This is about the kind of pain that doesn't leave marks, the kind that sits quietly in your chest and makes everything feel heavier than it should. Nights became longer, thoughts became louder, and somewhere in between- I forgot what it felt like to be okay. Because sometimes... the hardest thing isn't falling apart- it's pretending you're not. "I didn't break all at once... I disappeared slowly."🥀✨

Was just feeling heavy one day so I wrote out a vivid moment from when I was 11 to lighten the feeling. I just want to put this out there for anyone who struggles to express emotions to show them writing can be a medium.

In the silence after rebellion, she stands among the ruins she created-haunted by what she destroyed to survive. A reckoning with regret, memory, and the cost of freedom.

Smoke - an ethereal metaphor for the drifting mind, fleeting control, and silent peace. This poem explores letting go through the imagery of smoke's journey, its greys, its dull embrace, and its final quietude