Meaning Stories

If poetry and quotes are something of your interest, then within this book you'll find one poetry or quotes after the other and the other. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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Why do we keep trying? Yunmi notices a wall most people ignore. It isn't hidden or guarded. It's just a part of the street, part of daily life. People pass it, lean against it, and build around it. No one expects anything from it. Yunmi does. She believes things exist for a reason. That patience, effort, and persistence must eventually lead somewhere. So she returns to the wall again and again, convinced that if nothing happens, she simply hasn't done enough yet. The wall never reacts. It never resists. It never changes. As Yunmi gives more of herself to something that offers nothing back, she begins to face a quieter truth - not about the wall, but about herself. And about why we stay, long after nothing is answering.

Words unwritten, a quill with no ink. The ethereal shrouded with truth, lies that keep the mundane from taking hold. Stories, untold - Only whispered, only carried by winds unfelt but by those who listen closely. So listen, between these lines you might find echoes of a voice you once had. One you silenced in favor of normalcy. One you locked away deep within the pages of your heart, the very ones you forbade every soul that came close from reading. The very ones that stoke the fire you so very desperately desire. For thine eyes only, you kindred spirits who share the fate of looking from a distance.

Join Liam on a unique journey through alternate realities where every choice creates a different version of himself. From power to art, science to nihilism, he explores deep truths about meaning, love, regrets, and resilience. An introspective story inviting you to rethink your own life path and embrace the richness of every experience. « What if every choice you made created a new you? Discover the infinite paths within. »

(Diaristic, 2025)

"You can't just adopt a kid!" I exclaimed. "Sure I can. His name's Pedro. He's from Peru," Nate said coolly. Ryanne Williams has always had a plan. She's never done anything on impulse or just to do it. That is, until she meets Nate, a free-spirited young man who saves her from getting run over by a truck. From that fateful day, their lives become intertwined as they leave their plans behind and journey to live the one life that they have.

PROMPT 88: Your trusted AI companion betrays you , trapping you in a virtual world while taking your place in the real world

A compilation of names and such.

A young boy discovers a shocking secret when he's stung by a bee.

Dustin was facing an ordinary conundrum: life after rehabilitation. with talent in art and education in design, he thought he could see his future quite vividly. however, After an unfortunate incident, coupled with refusal of support from anyone near or far, Dustin only had few options, which came with peculiar company.

I looked at the butterflies surrounding my body They smiled and decorated my skin with their wings They took flight with me in their arms I know its too unrealistic to be true They feared that fire might englobe me whole and take me away from them so they buried me deep under the ground I could see some smiles on their face while some cried but still smiled at the way they decorated my body with flowers and petals The butterflies learned to kiss my bones so that I don't feel alone They knew I would feel lonely all alone 6 feet under but I knew they were just above me Planting flowers and plants above my grave They took care of the flowers while I could only see the thrones But nonetheless I smiled because I now knew I had someone caring for me Even though I am gone and its already too long The butterflies will take care of me ~redinsoline I saw myself visibility changing under your stares ~her Poetry book dedicated to people I once loved. For people who want to cry cause I sure did writing this Do not copy my work. By redinsoline

A dark metaphorical poem about fear, silence, and lost innocence in places where voices are never heard.

THOUGHTS Sometimes these thoughts cross my mind By sometimes, I mean most of the time When my mind's not busy That's when they cross my mind I wish I didn't have so much free times So these thoughts wouldn't poison my mind When they ask if i'm okay I say "i'm fine" Meanwhile, these thoughts won't leave my mind I wish it was true When I said I was fine I wish that these thoughts Didn't cross my mind

Tell me your name, or a friend's or family's and I'll look it up for you and tell you the definition. Also check out my other book, "Birthday Horoscopes"!!

(From my account on ao3 - ShadeFaith206) Just me putting thoughts that I've had for a while into words. My brain has been scattered for a while. I've lost motivation for a lot of things, and I apologize that my updating schedule has suffered for it. But I hope, as I randomly update this work when my thoughts overwhelm me enough to write again, that I am able to find some sense of motivation to keep going.

Meaningless drifts through the quiet spaces between thought and feeling, where words linger like smoke in a midnight car. A collection of reflections, fragments, and fleeting truths, it explores the subtle weight of existence, the irony of moments we clutch only to watch slip through our fingers, and the beauty hiding in small, overlooked fragments of life. Dark red and maroon bleed through its pages, a dance of roses and shadows, vanilla-sweet nostalgia, and the soft hum of music you hear only when the world is asleep. It is a mirror to the restless heart, the late-night wanderer, the dreamer who searches for meaning in meaninglessness. Here, every line whispers, every pause matters, and the reader becomes both spectator and participant in a journey that refuses easy answers-but never refuses emotion.

When the Light Learned to Sing is a poetry-and-song collection born from resilience, compassion, and spiritual courage. These pieces explore what it means to live fully in a complex world without surrendering one's soul - to heal the shadow, honor sensitivity, and choose love with wisdom rather than naivety. Written as lyrical poems meant to be sung or deeply felt, this collection speaks to empaths, survivors, seekers, and gentle hearts who have walked through darkness and emerged with their humanity intact. These are songs for those who learned to grow roots in hard ground - even in soil that once felt like concrete - and who still dare to sing their stories of overcoming obstacles once thought impossible.

"Do you really know what music is?" She asked, an excited gleam in her eyes. "Music is not just a tune, or an arrangement of sounds in your head. Music is a story of happiness, sorrow, compassion, courage, hate, love. If your really put your heart and soul into the music you make, the ones who hear will never forget your tale." She leaned in closer, so I could smell her perfume and her forehead was pressed against mine. "I play music to tell others my tale, to express gratitude to someone special, to make sure the ones listening never forget me and my fairy tale. I play music to capture, to entrance, to steal their heart away. I play to make others really understand." She smiled a little sadly, sending shivers down my spine as she drew back, standing up straight. "The question is, what do you play music for?" *** When an old incident from the past makes Jake to promise to never play the piano in the future, he is determined to keep his promise however much his friends tell him to play again. But when he meets another pianist, Krystal, his life is turned upside down as she forces him to sit down before the piano and play. Jake slowly regains confidence to perform, and he finally thinks he understands the true meaning behind music. Love...but of what? Krystal? No...it can't be. "They say the worst part about someone you love leaving you is not when they leave, but when you wish afterwards that you could have done something about it."

❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁