Midnightthoughts Stories

"I looked at My Senior, really looked at the face a seventeen year old me had sworn to never ever forget. Golden light reflecting off his features, and at thht moment I didn't recognize the lack of warmth in those dark eyes. So i decided against it. Afterall, neither August nor I had been seventeen for a while. My August had already found his December. " "but maybe that's what moving on really is - a quiet kind of surgery. no blood, no petals, just a slow suffocation until one day, you wake up, breathing freely, and realize the flowers are gone. and with them, so are parts of you. the realization that even if they were to walk past you again, you were never feel it again- the flutter or the lack of it..." "but time continued to flow on, the wall clock stood glaringly showing the same. I couldn't fight it so I simply let it dig its claws into my skin as I struggled to think of coherent sentences to jot down onto the exam paper. I wrote the paper while the hedgehog continued its assault on me"

Some battles are fought in silence. When the voices get louder, the nights get heavier, and the world starts feeling unfamiliar, how long can you pretend you're okey? A poem about hidden wouds, unanswered questions, and a mind that refuses to stay quiet

This isn't a romance novel or a mystery thriller. It's simply a collection of my thoughts, late-night reflections, and the lessons life has taught me over the years. Some pages hold poems. Some carry memories. Some tell short stories inspired by my experiences, while others capture feelings I never knew how to say out loud. These are pieces of myself I never intended to share. Yet here they are-not for attention, but as a record of who I was, what I felt, and how I grew. Maybe these words will remain just my diary in public form. Or maybe, somewhere along the way, they'll find someone who needs them as much as I once did. Welcome to the pages I never meant to share.

I offered my hand to you so we could dance the night so gracefully, and the moon pretended she didn't notice how we looked at each other.

A collection of my raw and unfiltered reflections-confessions, heartbreaks, inspirations, and moments of love captured in words. These random thoughts are pieces of a soul, shared one page at a time.

"all we do is think about the feelings that we hide" I like to mix words with thoughts then call it poetry

Welcome to my collection of short stories! Prepare to be emersed in stories that will try (I hope make) your spine shiver, and at times relay the messages I want to share. Enjoy....

No filter. No script. Just me. Welcome to the part of my brain that probably should've stayed private. Random thoughts. Unpopular opinions. Writer problems. Obsessions. Stories. Rants. Delusions. Tiny moments that somehow become huge in my head. Basically, this isn't a book. It's me opening my brain and letting you scroll through it. 😭 Some days it'll be funny. Some days it'll be completely unserious. Some days it'll get unexpectedly deep. And sometimes... I genuinely won't know what I'm talking about. So grab your imaginary coffee, sit down, and prepare yourself. Because once I start yapping, there is absolutely no guarantee I'll stop. - apsara_writingss 🖤

Hi, I'm Laiba. I write when emotions become too loud for silence and too quiet for the world to notice. These poems were never meant to be perfect. But maybe they were meant to be real. Some were written in peace, some in confusion, and some in the middle of nights when the moon felt like the only listener. These poems are fragments of quiet emotions, midnight questions, and thoughts that never found a place in conversation. They are not perfect stories- just honest echoes of a heart trying to understand itself. If a line here feels familiar, maybe it was never just my voice. Maybe it was yours too. This is Ansuni Awaaz- the voice that was never heard, until it became poetry. And if somewhere between these lines you pause for a moment, feel something you once felt, or remember a thought you never said aloud- then maybe this silence was always meant to be shared. Because sometimes the quietest voices carry the deepest stories. Welcome to Ansuni Awaaz.

Midnight සිතුවිලි අසුරා තබමි;

Not every scream is loud. Some are written. I WROTE THIS INSTEAD OF SCREAMING is a collection of prose and poems born from those moments-when emotions grow too heavy to hold and too quiet to be heard. From quiet heartbreaks to overwhelming guilt, from love that lingers to healing that hurts, these pages carry the echoes of everything left unsaid.

we broke, we healed... and still called it love.

This poem is a walk taken inward as much as forward through dark streets, inherited vows, and unhealed memories. It speaks of promises not made to the world, but to the self: to the child left waiting, to the scars that shaped endurance, to the quiet faith that survives fatigue. Each step becomes a question, each heartbeat a signature of resolve. It is about carrying sorrow without surrender, and learning how to stay awake to meaning even while moving through exhaustion. The road is long, the night unkind but belief continues to walk.

Some doors are shut quietly. Some are slammed by fate. And some... we close ourselves. Closed Doors is a deeply reflective collection of poems that explores the silent spaces between love and loss, hope and despair, endings and new beginnings. Through delicate words and powerful imagery, It captures the emotions we often hide behind closed hearts, unspoken pain, forgotten memories, and the courage it takes to move forward. Each poem is a doorway into moments of vulnerability, healing, and self-discovery. This collection speaks to anyone who has ever felt unheard, broken, or lost, reminding them that even behind closed doors, there is always a story waiting to be told. Raw. Intimate. Honest. This is not just poetry...this is feeling.

"Sorry if I'm not your cup of tea... I'm not even my own cup of tea." They say, 'if life throws lemons at you,make a lemonade.' But since Satan sent these ideas to me by courier, I made these. (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠) Whatever my emotions had cooked and served me in a platter. Take a bite (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

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."🥀✨

"I don't want to lose you" - Day 273 # a.n = got these quotes mostly from tumblr