Selfreflection Stories

There is no such thing as happily ever after. It is about what comes after- when love erodes, when responsibility is neglected, and when faith is forced to reconcile with reality. Rupturing the illusion of calm. Not to comfort but to examine. A repudiation. A reminder not to go back to that point again. Warning: Contains themes of sexual abuse and abusive behaviour. Some readers may find this triggering. Please proceed with care.

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

Not everything makes sense at first. But maybe... every feeling, every moment, every phase is trying to teach you something. This story is about finding meaning in the middle of it all and If you've ever felt lost... you might find a piece of yourself here.

These are poems, I created in my head. They are on real events. They are words or anything I don't say out loud. Trigger warnings include: Mention of depression mention of suicide mention of bullying mention of ableism mention of abuse (sexual, verbal, emotional, etc) and trauma if you're uncomfortable with any of these, please read something else for the sake of your mental health and safety. Because I want to say that...you're not alone. Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment and vote, no pressure. Please don't steal my poems and certainly don't put them through AI. These poems are created by me. PUBLISHED DATE: 11th March 2026

Here you will find fantasy poems, poetic short stories, and fragments of myth. Some were written in the quiet spaces between novels. Some are echoes of worlds not yet born. Others were written while creating Of Demons and Men, revealing characters and moments that live between the pages of the story. These are pieces gathered from many years of writing, fragments of imagination, reflection, and myth.

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.

🖤 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 by itsjustAmrit Think of it like pages torn from different days but from the same life. ❝ 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ Broken Pages is a collection carved from silence- 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥. These aren't love poems. They're post-mortems. Grief sleeps between the lines. Heartbreak drips from metaphors. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 - "You're not alone in the dark." If you've ever smiled while shattering... If your silence ever screamed... 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. In the ash. In the aftermath. In the poetry only pain can write.

an additional collection of poetry about anything and everything. just the yearnings of a desperate mind, really.

A collection of fragments from a silent heart and a wounded soul - emotions of pain, longing, love, and quiet hope, scribed by pen and bleeding through ink.

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

Mahal mo ba pamilya mo? Mahal mo ba mga kaibigan mo? Mahal mo ba lahat ng mga taong nakapaligid sayo? Yung tipong ayaw mo sila mawala? Kaya mo bang ibigay lahat para sa kanila kahit na maubos ka? Kaya mo bang tiisin lahat? If so, I just want to tell you that I am so proud of you. . .

A quiet place for my thoughts I don't always understand. Moments, chaos, and the stories my mind refuses to let go of.

Discover my world!

poetry book 5, this one is dedicated to my violent self loathing!!! so if you've ever hated me, guess what!!! i do too!!! we have something in common at last ahahahaha read this and maybe you'll have something to get off to idk lmao

A collection of quiet moments, unspoken feelings, and the spaces in between. These poems follow the story of liking someone from a distance- of learning to let go, only to find yourself noticing them again in the smallest ways. It is about the things never said out loud, the laughter that means more than it should, and the quiet ache of wanting something that may never be yours. Not every story becomes something more. But sometimes, the feeling itself is enough to stay.

the title was based off the idea that often when you lose something you view as insignificant, it later proves to be worth much more.

a collection of poems about growth,grace, and becoming who you are meant to be

"For the versions of me I outgrew, feared, faked, and finally faced." 8 Letters to Myself is a collection of eight poems written as unsent letters: to the person I was, the person I am, and the people I could have been. Each piece speaks to a different self: the one I'm becoming, the one I'm afraid to become, the one I never got to be, and the one others swore I would be. It's about masks, grief, hope, and the quiet work of choosing who to keep. Short enough to read in one sitting. Honest enough to sit with you for longer. --- Author's Note I didn't set out to write a book. I set out to tell myself the truth. These 8 letters started as whispers I was too scared to say out loud. Some were angry. Some were apologies. All of them were necessary. If you've ever felt split between who you were, who you are, and who you're supposed to be, this is for you. Not to fix you. Just to sit with you while you figure it out. Thank you for reading my mail. -Joy ---

CANCELED AND BEING REDONE!!! See profile for rewrite. Beacon has fallen due to the actions Cinder Fall and her associates. Team RWBY has been torn apart. Ruby Rose, Archive, and team JNPR are making their way to Haven Academy, their only lead to an explanation of what happened at Beacon, on foot. Sinister forces are at work, and this time there is no Guardian to stop them. After all, Omni Nikos is dead... right?

The Cycle Ends With Me This is not a story about a perfect man learning lessons. This is a story about a man who became someone he never wanted to be-and the moment he finally stopped blaming everything else and took responsibility for it. Raised around instability, anger, and addiction, Sheldon Stodder grew up believing he would be different. But over time, the same patterns he swore he would never repeat began to show up in his own life-damaging his marriage, shaping his behavior, and ultimately leading to a moment that forced him to confront the truth about who he had become. This book walks through that reality without excuses. From the quiet buildup of resentment and distorted thinking, to the escalation of anger, to the consequences that followed-this is an honest look at how destructive patterns form, how they are justified, and how they hurt the people closest to us. But this is not where the story ends. Through accountability, sobriety, self-reflection, and deliberate change, Sheldon begins the work of breaking the cycle-learning how to regulate his emotions, rebuild trust, and become a different kind of man, husband, and father. Not perfect. Not finished. But committed. The Cycle Ends With Me is about recognizing the patterns you were given, taking responsibility for the ones you continued, and making the conscious decision to end them-no matter how difficult that work may be.