Thoughts Stories

I am not a writer and this is not a story. These are just few floating thoughts of mine.

I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?

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.

This journal is a collection of reflections, each capturing a distinct perspective of the writer's inner world. This section, in particular, turns its gaze toward her dreams-those fleeting visions that dwell between reality and reverie. Here, dreams are embodied by the poppy flower: a symbol of beauty and transience, blooming gently within the quiet garden of the mind.

Even if the sunset is gone it's still worth watching.

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

Author's note:- My book "Reflections" is a collection of poems that reflect hard times hence where the title arrives from, This book will keep getting updates from time to time as more poems are written. Each poem has an abstract title and very deep meaning so I hope you enjoy reading.

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

A collection of thoughts that wander through the maze that is my mind. Most poems are about longing, memory, emotional persistence, vulnerability and the soft ache of unfinished emotions.

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.

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

In spite of the title, I really do care though. Let's talk about it.

Poetry is a need, when the heart breaks, it bleeds, I turn them into words. This book would be completed upon our last breath.

Messages from the Void is a collection of 24 short poems about pain, loss, apathy, dreams, and hope.

A collection of raw poetry from the quiet places people rarely speak about. Inside this chamber live thoughts about pain, silence, love, anger, and the emotions we hide from the world. Each poem is a key. Some unlock memories. Some unlock truth. And some might unlock a part of you that has been waiting to be heard. Welcome to the chamber.

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Pain. Joy. Cracks in the chest. Soft, sharp, messy, beautiful. Some feelings scream. Some feelings whisper. Some feelings hide. Here are all my thoughts , and some random poems that I wrote when had a lot in my head.

tbh

I don't even know who I am anymore. sorry my English is awful.

poems written by me based on emotions and feelings. ps. English is not my native language. Let me know what you think of them :)