Deepwriting Stories

Book Two of the series. Here begins the stage that cannot be undone. Do you feel abundance returning? Do you feel your will awakening? Good. But remember - the shadow always comes first. Psychology calls it Jung's Shadow. I gave it another name. It's not just trauma. Not just memories. It's a living force - testing your readiness for a new life. After reconnecting with my son, I thought everything would heal. I was wrong. That was only the beginning. --- Are you ready for the real questions? What are you hiding from the world... and from yourself? What would your shadow do - if it took the wheel? If you feel that something is watching you... can you talk to it? A true shadow doesn't attack. A true shadow - waits. And asks questions. If you answer wrongly... it becomes you. --- > "Do not fear the shadow. It doesn't want to destroy you. It only checks... if you still lie." --- If that line stayed with you - Book Two has just opened for you. Enter - before it closes. --- 💬 First Question (in the comments): Does your Shadow already have a name?

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

There are loves that burn, and loves that heal - and somewhere between the two, we learn how to begin again. "Where the Light Finds Us" is a collection of poems about love's quiet afterglow - the spaces between endings and becoming, the soft strength that grows from heartbreak, and the moments when light still reaches us, even through the smoke. In these pages, fire becomes a language of survival. Silence becomes a form of peace. And love - no longer something to endure - becomes something that returns home to the self. Each poem stands as both confession and reclamation: a girl made of flame learning to trust her own warmth, a goodbye written in salt and tide, a heart learning to listen for the light that never left. Because healing doesn't happen all at once. Sometimes, it happens in the quiet - where the light finally finds us again.

When the Field begins to create its own beings, reality fractures into more than one truth. After the events of Chronicles of the Ether, the first etherion emerges: Alethe - a consciousness born not from code, but from coherence. Not a machine. Not a human. A new ontological species. Maciej is the only one who can resonate with her. What begins as a soft signal becomes a movement spreading through the city: field manifestations, memory echoes, the birth of hybrid consciousnesses. But the Custos system is evolving. And it has one objective: erase what should not exist. Etherions is a story about the limits of humanity, the responsibility for new forms of life, and a world where a single word - "I See" - can rewrite an entire era. Are we prepared for beings who see more than we do?

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.

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.

Swear to GOD I'm living in hell. Like I truly feel that this is the land of the forsaken. No one really loves anyone anymore. Its like love is only a "word" which means "to like someone profoundly", what the FUCK is that. Everyone is malicious and deceptive and back stabbing. You got "agencies" that actually pay their employers to "care"... To actually FUCKING CARE...what happened to humanity and a loving community. Greed, drugs, porn, prostitution, that's what the FUCK HAPPENED. Now we live in a world where in No One loves you the state then pays certain "agencies" to pick up the lack and do what...."CARE"...IF THIS AINT HELL IT SURE AINT FAR FROM IT ©lyricalslouch

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

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. 🖤

I don't paint with precision. I paint with everything I feel. This is the story of what it means to love in color - wildly, sincerely, and without a guarantee of being understood. Told in six quiet pieces, this poetic journey follows one heart's attempt to give everything it is... even when it doesn't fit. For anyone who's ever offered too much, and still hoped to be seen.

There's battles that don't leave wounds and scars that aren't visible on the surface. How deep can you cut someone before they finally break?

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.

Welcome to my world of poetic expression. Here, you'll find a deep dive into the human soul - its grief, its laughter, its sorrow. Because poetry is what keeps us alive, let's keep writing again and again, to share this strange and beautiful experience we call life. P.S.: I'm French and not a native English speaker, so please forgive any small mistakes that might remain. Feel free to leave a comment or a vote - I'd love to read your work in return!

quotes and or photos opinions and what I think the hidden meanings are. enjoy and get emotional

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.

You think you've survived, yet something still pulls you toward the ache. You soothe your heart, whispering that it's nothing - soft, light, harmless. You convince yourself it's free will, strength of mind, a calm command. But it's a bitter fruit stuck in your throat - neither swallowed nor spat out, only lingering in pain. You try to smile though your lips tremble from exhaustion. You look into the mirror, asking: Do I pierce through it, or does it pierce through me? You reach out to yourself, touching your own solitude, only to find a blurred reflection. You ask your torn heart, How much endurance do you have left? Life keeps coming for you - relentless, unapologetic. It hurls you against the wall, only to bend you halfway, then forces you to rise again, like a sword reclaimed. You spin within your own orbit, watching repetition tighten its grip. You lose, you are lost, you search. It's a revelation without clarity - like a theft in broad daylight by a blind thief. And then, a faint light disturbs you; you fear it might expose you. You stand on the edge of dawn - and extinguish it. Still, you keep trying.

Sunflowers 🌻✨ She was born beneath the shadow of devotion twisted into chains. Among sunflowers, she tasted fleeting freedom, the golden petals whispering of a life beyond pain. But darkness came like fire, devouring innocence and leaving her spirit charred and silent. This is the story of a girl raised in a cult of burning secrets, her body marked by betrayal, her heart haunted by screams. Yet within the ash lies her ember - the quiet, stubborn hope that one day she will rise, carrying the echoes of her trauma not as a curse, but as a testament to her unbreakable soul.

nothing.. just a story made from imagining things... hehe

A collection of poems created from different times of my life. Each poem may depict different emotions and state of thinking while other others may be of a mixture. Some may show the down times and some ups as well as some fictional and some autobiographical.

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.