Thoughtsandfeelings Stories

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?

A collection of poems that had the potential to be loved, yet remained unnoticed. Poets don't just write - they bleed, piece by piece, into the paper. They breathe life into words and call it poetry. Writing is filled with what-ifs, maybes, and endless confusion. Yet a poet continues - to write, to bleed, to stay honest. Poets are known for writing about love, but in truth, they write what they secretly crave - and when asked why, they learn to lie. This book is a place where overthinkers can breathe, where tired minds can rest, and where those carrying too much can finally pause.

I hide behind these words and smile behind these tears. This is two truths and a lie. Inspired by my lonely thoughts after dark, each piece is delicate and mixed with fear and fascination. This is my truth. (The cover and pictures do not belong to me, it was taken from Pinterest.) © All Rights Reserved.

Sometimes we cry in silence because the words we want to scream would break us if we spoke them. In this book I have compiled the poems, I poured my heart and soul into when my lips didn't dare speak a word of what my heart so badly wanted to say. So this poetry book is to all who have had a hand in the shattering of my heart - even myself. This is a letter from me to you...xoxo

This simply contains the poems I've written since 2020. I've decided to publish it just to continue on picking up the pen day by day. Time is running low for me to waste. Note: Please do not copy or share my works without credit and permission. Thank you.

I am a stereotypical depressed teenage girl dont mind me

poetry for the hearts tarnished by love or the sudden death of it. for the hearts that find a soft lullaby in the pages when raw hope is not enough to put the worries to sleep. for the hearts that bleed ink to paint the chalky roses of life red with words--you'll find my own ink here. and i hope you find a harlequin garden in my poetry. sweet lavender. daybreak lilies. sun-kissed dahlias. a poem for every emotion ripping at your soul, begging to be unleashed on paper. this collection has several themes and ideas--find something you like. let's get lost in the tall fields of dawn's first breath and dandelion song, tucking flowers in the forests of our hair. let's get lost in the words and not in the world. for a moment, let your tarnished heart out of its cage, and hold it to your sleeve. wear it proudly as you read. just for a moment. to feel something and let it be shown. there is nothing shameful in having a heart that has dented-in chambers and rust. it has seen the salt cries of the ocean, the metronome kisses of summer rain, the moonlight tears that have dried into scars on cheeks. it's been corroded by the waters, tarnished. it is not afraid. well that was some pretentious shit. i hope you enjoy this collection. love ya <3 more of my works: "poems for you. always for you." is one of my older poetry collections that is slightly cringe but feel free to check it out. "let me shape you into words" is where you can make a poem request, and i'll write something up! this lovely cover was created by: @lifebytheseashore (go follow her!! she makes awesome covers, writes stunning poetry, and more) #1 in "originalpoetry" Aug. 2, 2021 #1 in "teenpoetry" Aug. 19, 2021 #1 in "poetess" Aug. 22, 2021 #1 in "mypoetry" Aug. 22, 2021

My own poem collection. "ThoughtsWrittenInInk" I hope you guys like it XOXO❤️

"You'll always be my greatest what if's and regrets..." Minsan mahal mo, pero hindi ka mahal. Madalas may nagmamahal sa'yo, pero wala kang nararamdaman. Maybe that's how fate works. It's always too late. Always missing something. It's always... unfair. And no matter how many years pass. That moment, chances, memories, that person remains your unanswered question. Your unfinished chapter. Your greatest what-if, and quietest regret. But then, as you dive into someone's soul, won't you drown if you'll know what's the reason behind it all?

Not part of "The Human Ache Series" This is a poetry book that is completely personal. I write poems to help cope with feelings. And the book I'm currently writing has a specific theme so I can't exactly vent in it. So you can consider this book a vent poems book. All poems in this are free verse poems where I just rambled about how I was feeling. I might professionally organize this book once it finishes but I do not intend to now so it'll not have any intros or symbolism explanations for now. I'll just use it to write my feelings when I'm overwhelmed (which I am very often).You may not take it seriously or even consider it a part of my writings so far. I might also use this book to write poems for contests and stuff in the future.

Some connections are not meant to be defined. When Yagnesh and Vedhi meet, nothing is spoken-yet something shifts. In a single moment of eye contact, two entirely different worlds recognize each other without understanding why. Vedhi carries a silence shaped by loneliness, expectations, and unspoken pain. Yagnesh carries a quiet strength that seeks meaning beyond appearances. As their paths begin to cross, they are drawn into something deeper than attraction-something that challenges their understanding of love, identity, and belonging. But not all connections are meant to be easy. Some are meant to awaken. And sometimes, before finding each other, we are forced to confront the parts of ourselves we've spent a lifetime avoiding.

Ellie is a simple girl with a not-so-simple life. One day, she's bored to death, the other day she's doing the most random side-quest of her life. Monday is the saddest day of her life. Tuesday? She was crying from laughter with her friends. Her life is a roller-coaster. The best roller-coaster. Crazy stories, stories written by life... or by some bored author? Who knows... This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, events, or dramatic love confessions is purely accidental (though if you recognize yourself, take it as a compliment). All characters and situations come straight from my imagination- sometimes over-reactive, sometimes sleep-deprived. This book is protected by copyright. Please don't copy, share, or reproduce any part of this book without my permission. I put a lot of heart (and probably too much coffee) into it.

Ayda Aydnik returns to her hometown with a plan: survive one school year teaching at the same high school that once broke her, collect the money, and disappear for good. The people haven't changed. The secrets definitely haven't. On her first day back, an anonymous blog appears. Every Monday at exactly 9 a.m., a new post is published-old high-school essays written by The Chosen 16, exposing secrets they never meant anyone to read. Affairs. Violence. Betrayals. Mental breakdowns. Abuse. Love stories that destroyed people instead of saving them. Ayda is on the list. Worse-she recognizes the writing. She wrote those words years ago, during the summer she refuses to talk about. As the town devours each post, friendships collapse, old hierarchies return, and trauma resurfaces. Ayda is forced to face the people she once loved, the ones she failed, and the one truth she's been running from: The past isn't haunting. Someone is weaponizing it. And whoever is behind the blog knows exactly how the story ends.

In this story, I'll be writing my thoughts and feelings and what is going on in my life. I'll try to make a new entry every day, and if not, then at least twice a week. I hope you all enjoy this this story.

Ayda Aydnik returns to her hometown with a plan: survive one school year teaching at the same high school that once broke her, collect the money, and disappear for good. The people haven't changed. The secrets definitely haven't. On her first day back, an anonymous blog appears. Every Monday at exactly 9 a.m., a new post is published-old high-school essays written by The Chosen 16, exposing secrets they never meant anyone to read. Affairs. Violence. Betrayals. Mental breakdowns. Abuse. Love stories that destroyed people instead of saving them. Ayda is on the list. Worse-she recognizes the writing. She wrote those words years ago, during the summer she refuses to talk about. As the town devours each post, friendships collapse, old hierarchies return, and trauma resurfaces. Ayda is forced to face the people she once loved, the ones she failed, and the one truth she's been running from: The past isn't haunting. Someone is weaponizing it. And whoever is behind the blog knows exactly how the story ends.

If It Stops Raining is a compilation of stories that reflects different experiences in life and the impact that leaves; every story begs for the rain to stop only for it to hail, and it never stops. "There are suddenly chains caging my heart as if something wrong happened, and they gripped onto my heart until it bled, and even my subconscious cried."

Don't have anyone to talk to, so might as well write...

I loved. I cared. I yearned. I longed. This book contains love that will ache, hatred that will feel familiar, and truths you may not be ready to face. Before my words could speak my name, rhythm was already echoing within me. A collection of poems I have written throughout my life- each one, whole and originally mine.

Hihi, you guys call call me Yuki! SO basically this is just a random collection of thoughts from me, inspired by my super duper cool and smart and talented friend Ambrosia who also did this, but she, nor any of my irl friends should be able to find this. (maybe she could, but its a gamble >v<) I reccomend this for depressed/insane ahh people who get off the feeling of "knowing" or "relating" to a stranger. If you know, you know. Anyways, I'm using an alt so no one finds this, and they won't know its actually me, because what i write, my inner thoughts, would forever irreversibly change what they think of me, heh :p

Thoughts from the throne Random Off the dome Candle strong Raw and emotional personal core capturing a mood, a situation, or a message. Thanks for reading. Before leaving please leave some comments. However you feel.