Midnightthoughts Stories

Countless words trapped inside, waiting to be felt. Dive into the emotions I've held back- the love, the loss, the pain, the plight and maybe you'll find your own words hiding here too. Welcome to the world of 'Words I Held Back' where silence speaks louder than anything.

a collection of poems and reflections written in the quiet hours when the world sleeps and the heart speaks louder.

I loved her in all the ways you're not supposed to love someone who isn't yours. This book is proof of that mistake. A collection of poems about longing, attachment, and the quiet humiliation of loving someone who never loved you back. It's about romanticizing pain, unlearning it, and still finding yourself writing about her anyway. If you've ever been too much for someone who was never enough for you-welcome home.

A Heart Nobody Chose Some hearts are not loud. They don't demand attention. They simply love... quietly, deeply, endlessly. This book is for the ones who gave their hundred percent but never received even one. For the ones who felt alone in their own family, who trusted friends that turned out fake, who loved someone that never chose them. These poems are pieces of a heart that tried, waited, and broke in silence. Written in Hindi and English, each poem is a reflection of pain, loneliness, hope, and the quiet strength of a heart that kept loving... even when nobody chose it. Maybe this heart... is yours too.

Mostly made up quotes of my own. May contain poetry. Please do not copy without asking. Inspired by my own thoughts. Improved quotes at chapter 40.

A tender poem about silent, one-sided love blooming quietly amidst academic pressure and inner storms.

A collection of poems, lyrics, and thoughts by hales1053

A compilation of Solerra's poems and midnight thoughts. Let me pull you down in the center of the darkest forest ever. Are you ready to be my guest?

literally this is me just shitposting & ranting to my heart's desire

Life Goes On is a tender collection of a poems woven from heartbeats, silences, and fleeting moments. Each piece captures the beauty of survival, the ache of love, and the quiet strength found in everyday life. Through gentle words and raw emotion, this book reminds us that no matter what we face-life, in all its shades, always goes on.

I can barely sleep at night. I sometimes reached 5:00 am with no sleep. I love sleeping but my mind always wanderer to somewhere deep. So I need to exhaust my thoughts. I wrote them out and it's quite a good a exercise to drain my energy. Sometimes I get frustrated because I cannot relay what I really meant. So just bear with me. I know I have a lot of rooms to improve but I'm only human. Just be YOU peeps 😉. Peace out ✌️

My feeling and emotions in one book This is like my rant book🤡 I can't tell people how I really feel because I don't want to bother them *clown music*

all of these are just my thoughts, or should i say, a visual representation of my mind. --- © March 2021 All rights reserved.

ⁱᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃⁱⁿ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵉʷ ᵛᵉʳˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ. ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵈᵒ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ˢʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵖᵃʳᶜʰᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵠᵘⁱˡˡ.

A compilation of my messed up thoughts inside this chaotic mind. Ranking so far: #2 Spoken (highest ranking of this. am so happy lol) #8 Spoken #8 Midnighthoughts #20 Taglish #20 Disgust

a love triangle; her, you and i until one of us is ready to say goodbye. [a love story shaped as a collection of poems]

Sometimes the universe replies in waves. This poem tells the story of a girl who starts finding bottles washed ashore, each carrying a letter that feels strangely personal. Every word inside them mirrors her own thoughts her love, her loss, her questions. It's about destiny, self-discovery, and realizing that sometimes the messages we're searching for are already within us.

An ever-growing manifesto of the musings that keep me up at night Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought making his insides bright would make him happy. Writing is my yellow paint.

letters and words about my feelings, about the moon and about you.

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.