Sleepless Stories

Maybe in another world we could be together. Maybe in another world I would be truly fine. Maybe in another world there is real peace. Maybe in another world my mind is quiet. Maybe in another world you can be here. Maybe in another world life goes better. Maybe in another world they will care. Maybe in another world I am strong. Maybe in another world I won't die. Maybe in another world I survive. Maybe in another world I live..... ...just maybe. My last wish, while falling. ⚠️ TW: su¡cide, selfhärm, self blame, bulling, voices, death, blood Please, if you do selfhärm or think about k¡lling yourself, you probably shouldn't read this story. But please, listen to me just for one more second. Even if you think nobody is caring about you, I tell you, there is. There are people who'll cry about the loss of you, there are people who'll never be able to move on, and there are people who'll blame themselves for not being able to help you. So please talk to someone, sometimes it's just a stranger, a call emergency services or helplines. Please don't hurt yourself in any way. Just take a deep breath and then do one small step, the first one is the hardest. But always remember, you have the control, it's your decision what you choose to show, and when. You decide how fast the things will go on. Take care and stay safe! Sometimes we don't see it, but no one is alone. You're important and you're strong! You and your feelings matter, always! 🫂 Don't like it, don't force yourself reading it. 🔔 Updates: !Currently paused! Monday, Wednesday and Saturday ✨️ Best Rankings (05/10/2026): #1 voices of 4.48k #96 sad of 349k #74 hurt of 93.7k #11 triggerwarning of 17.3k Started writing: 04/21/2026 Breake from 05/14/26 till 06/06/26 Finished writing: ??? Publishing started: 04/27/2026 Paused: 05/26/26 till probably 06/25/26 Updates completed: ???

Kleine Fetzen ohne Planung oder Schlaf. Vielleicht Möchtegern-Poesie, vielleicht abgewandelte Kurzgeschichten.

It's a poem about sleepless nights. Please read and vote kindly, Thank you.

Bits and parts of long past midnight thoughts, when overthinking takes your sleep away. (French and English)

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── As the night descends, my mind begins to wander. I find myself lost in a sea of thoughts and emotions, unable to find my way back to the surface. It is in these moments of restlessness that I turn to words, letting them flow from my mind and onto the page. This book is a collection of the short stories, poems, and sayings that emerged from those restless nights. Each piece captures a different facet of the human experience, from love and loss to hope and despair. Some are introspective, delving deep into the complexities of the human psyche. Others are observational, offering a glimpse into the world around us. They are a testament to the power of words, to capture the essence of life and make sense of the chaos that surrounds us. I hope that in reading this book, you too will find comfort in these words, and perhaps even a sense of connection to the restless mind that gave them life.

Just some thoughts of a young girl living in 21st century

Tw: trauma These are just little lines of some things that go through my head, I dont know how to explain everything I feel (hint the name) I post these for others to see they're not alone in being confused and trapped in the past

Thoughts in my mind.

A collection of prose and poems about an array of differing subjects, like dreaming, love, forgiving, and being human.

ca·thar·sis [kuh-thahr-sis] noun, plural ca·thar·ses [kuh-thahr-seez] 1. the purging of the emotions or relieving of emotional tensions, especially through certain kinds of art, as tragedy or music. Poetry #62 / Random #130 © Copyrighted, All Rights Reserved. Cecilia Cancio, 2014.

[...] But we all knew that playing with ouija boards could be dangerous if you weren't careful. You never know what you might be inviting into your life. We didn't have to experience it first hand. We could sense it, whenever the seance begun and ended, we could tell. But months went by, and I suppose we saw it more as an entertainment. That's why we never expected what was to happen. I guess it was on us after all. Even if it wasn't for an evil cause, we still wanted to communicate with otherworldly entities, right? We wanted to build a bridge between worlds. But just as they say, beware of what you wish for, because you might just get it.

This is just something I had floating in my head for a couple of days. Hopefully you like it. Let me know your thoughts on it.

In Oakland, a beautiful town, admist the hills lives Isabelle Green with her Aunt Rosy. Isa doesn't know anything about her parents. She just have few burnt photographs that her aunt saved for her. Everytime Isa asks her beloved aunt about her parents, she just procrastinates the question or simply change the topic. This ends up landing Isa into more and more doubt and suspicion about her parents. About her existence. Rosy is a kind of second mother to Isa. But behind her extreme love and care lies a devastating secret that she successfully hid from Isa since many long years. But maybe now is the time for some change! The lives are now to take a turn. What will happen when the truth will finally fall upon Isa and change her normal, happy going life into a nightmare?? ----------------------------------- HIGHEST : #1 - Paranormal #4 - Sleepless

A poem I wrote about when I struggled with insomnia.

Insomnia blurs the line between dreams and despair.

Poetry from pain..... Poems that I've written on sleepless nights and days when I needed to get the pain out in a healthy way. Open to criticism.