Thoughts Stories

"Come inside this heart of mine, feel the beat to the poets rhyme, words they tumble, spilling pain, tales of woe or love, again." Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the heart. To anyone who takes the time to read any of the poems in this collection, please know that I truly appreciate it and if you also wanted to press the little vote button, that would be amazing :) H x 30/5/18 - #1 in Poems & #37 in Poetry :)

A collection of journals written in the quietest hours, during the loudest cries no one ever hears. Bleeding ink flows from her heart, engraving pain with every stroke on the page. Page after page is marked with stained tears, a signature of unbearable sorrow. Every fragment of memory is preserved, never forgotten. For Bloom and Apollo Luvient

When I decided to rage the Holy War, it looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor MISC BOOK / Random Cover by @diaItragedy

well I'm absolutely not good with writing a story ig 😕 that's why I've created this book... we all delulu peoples💅 can share our thoughts here 😎

Enrich your day-to-day vocabulary and attain the wisdom of many generations. Each memorable phrase, adage and proverb will pass the torch of confirmed and invaluable knowledge with respect to the behaviors of people, perseverance, the passage of time and the importance of the self. ~~~ Always unfinished. Updated regularly. ~~~

A series of generated polls to gather information about what you, the readers, like and so on in my stories. There is no competition, but I am curious to hear these answers...

Hayashi Nozomi carries a name everyone fears - the daughter of a villain. Haunted by her past, burdened by perfectionism, she struggles to trust anyone... until Katsuki Bakugou refuses to see her as anything but herself. In a school full of heroes, can she find the strength to wield her quirk without losing herself? In a world that wants her to fail, will she learn to trust someone again? Or will the weight of her own perfectionism and past keep her trapped in the shadows forever? "You think I care who your parents are? You're you. That's what matters." The rigths of the Mha storyline belong to Kohei Horikoshi only. Only my Oc is my own idea and everything that doesn't happen during the manga.

What would happen if one could see my mind? Wierd question that is for homework, don't you think? Well, probably nothing cause my mind is not too interesting for others to see. I am a fine teenager living out my best life. My life is going so well that I don't feel sad now. That's a great thing, right? But oh well, I won't want anyone to see my mind, though, because sometimes it gets a little restless. Wierd thoughts come to me from time to time, thoughts that should not come. Oh, but that does not matter cause I am fine. Right?

Trying to become the man my son deserves - one day at a time. This is me. Every day, trying to be a better man - even when I don't feel like one. A mess of thoughts, failures, wins, and everything in between. This is my journey in real time, raw and unfiltered. I'm not writing for attention. I'm writing for release. I pray that someone finds solace in the words on these pages. This is an ongoing journey with daily entries. It will be long. There will always be something to read. I think of this as a rough draft to a future published book - if I'm lucky enough to make it that far. Because of how I'm writing this, there won't be hundreds of parts. A new part begins each week, and daily entries live within the current week. Simple. Honest. Consistent.

ဇာတ်လမ်းတစ်ပုဒ် မဟုတ်ပါဘူး။ ဒီအတိုင်း ကျွန်မ စိတ်ကူးပေါက်ရာလေးတွေ၊ ကိုယ်နှစ်သက်တဲ့ သီချင်း၊ စာအုပ်နဲ့ ရုပ်ရှင်တွေအကြောင်း၊ ပြီးတော့... တစ်ခါတလေမှ တွေးမိတတ်တဲ့ ခေါင်းစဉ်မဲ့အတွေးစလေးတွေကို ပေါ့ပေါ့ပါးပါး ချရေးသွားမယ့် နေရာလေးတစ်ခုပါ။ ​

Minimalist poetry you probably didn't know you needed...💫🏛🌟

poetry :))))) ( but I suck mb g)

"Will anyone ever bring colors of joy into Aryavardhan's silent world?" A love story of a painter who always makes a painting that tells her true feelings and emotions and a king who learns to read her silence. A king named Aryavardhan was truly a good person. The walls of suryagarh palace near not just the scar of swords, but also the buried silence of an incomplete love story.

just some random poetry snippets i think of at 2am

A collection of poems about love, life, and loss.

The world Anna knew is gone. Left broken by a mission that claimed the lives of those she trusted most, she runs through the shadows of Europe and Eurasia with little more than a bloodied lab coat, a memory stick, and the pills barely keeping her alive. Memories haunt her at every turn-the faces of the fallen, the weight of her survival. Every step feels heavier, every fleeting refuge more fragile. When she crosses paths with Knox, a man as guarded as she is, it feels less like salvation and more like a trap. He claims to know more about the experiments that tore her life apart, yet every word he speaks sounds like a half-truth. Their alliance is uneasy, fraught with mistrust and silence, yet Anna has no choice but to follow him as they flee through Athens, Russia, and Madrid, chased by enemies she cannot outrun. Knox talks of redemption, of making the project humane, but Anna isn't sure she believes him-or if she even wants to. Her body is failing, her mind is splintering, and the pills that sustain her are running out. All she knows is the unrelenting weight of guilt and the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, she can find a way to stop running and start fighting back. Phantoms of Guilt is an emotionally charged journey through survival, loss, and the fragile threads of trust that bind the broken. It is a story of resilience in the face of betrayal and the unyielding hope that, even in the darkest moments, there is something left worth fighting for.

තත්පරයක සිතුවිලි අකුරු කර, පිටුවක රඳවා තබාගන්නා උත්සාහයකි

when the world hits 2 AM

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