Selfreflection Stories

This is not about love or romance. 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.

One moment, you are shedding a tear into an immense darkness. The next, you are a field of petals inhaling the sun. The Humanest Human captures the chaotic, beautiful architecture of existence. The author writes from the edge of the river, exploring the spaces where we drown and the spaces where we grow wings. These are poems for those who borrow the oceans to cry, and for those who are brave enough to die with their eyes open just to feel the rush of being alive.

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.

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.

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. ~~~

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. This collection is the experiment of complex style of poetry.

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.

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.

🖤 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.

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, financial, etc) and trauma if you're uncomfortable with any of these, please read something else for the sake of your mental health and safety. If you can, seek professional help. If you relate or resonate with these experiences let me know. 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 COMPLETED: 25nd April 2026 (still adding more poems)

"...the Spirit still remembers what even the Heart cannot." A collection of varied poems invoking whatever I'm feeling, including footnotes and dates as they are written.

Dear reader, She never meant for you to see this. But now you're here. Reading the letters she wrote to the people who made her and broke her. This isn't healing. This is remembering. I'm not trying to be the victim. I'm not trying to be forgiven. I am, just. This is a collection of memories, grief, and half-forgotten truths - told by someone still learning how to carry them. I hope you don't see all of yourself in these words, but if you do, I hope you rewrite the ending.

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 if almost everything people call "smart" is wrong? What if intelligence is not wisdom? What if wisdom is not goodness? And what if the people who speak with the most confidence are usually the ones who understand the least? This is not a novel. This is a short, dark philosophical book about intelligence, certainty, overconfidence, truth, and the dangerous side of seeing life too clearly. Some truths do not free you. They ruin the simple version of life you used to survive inside. If you've ever questioned people, beliefs, confidence, "deep" internet culture, or the way humans throw around words like smart, wise, and genius without understanding them, this book is for you. This is not here to motivate you. It is here to make you think twice before calling anyone wise. Including yourself. Written by JJ

This poetry collection is a journey through conscience and imagination, where guilt and hidden crimes of the heart are revealed, yet transformed by grace. Each piece reflects the struggle between fear and hope, ending in redemption through trust in God's mercy.

What if the problem was never you... but a world that never knew how to see you? Lucifer: the world doesn't understand us is not a story about good or evil. It's about being judged before being understood. It's about carrying labels you never chose. It's about falling... and realizing you were never truly standing. Between silence, rebellion, and acceptance, this book dives into the mind of someone who learned to survive in a world that prefers masks over truth. Here, "Lucifer" is not a villain. It is a symbol. A silenced voice. A suppressed identity. Everything the world rejects... until it is forced to face it. If you're looking for a light read, this may not be your place. But if you've ever felt lost, misunderstood, or tired of pretending to be someone you're not... then this book was written for you.

It's a story about crossroads... the kind we keep circling back to no matter how far we think we've run. It's about the masks we wear, the boxes we bury our wants in, and the quiet ache we call independence when connection feels too expensive. Told with brutal honesty, a scientist's precision, and the sarcasm of someone who's survived both heartbreak and the swipe circus (or whatever we're calling them now), The Box unpacks what it means to want something more... without losing yourself to get it. Not desperate. Not delusional. Just... open.

It's a story about crossroads... the kind we keep circling back to no matter how far we think we've run. It's about the masks we wear, the boxes we bury our wants in, and the quiet ache we call independence when connection feels too expensive. Told with brutal honesty, a scientist's precision, and the sarcasm of someone who's survived both heartbreak and the swipe circus (or whatever we're calling them now), The Box unpacks what it means to want something more... without losing yourself to get it. Not desperate. Not delusional. Just... open.

This is a collection of poems about the quiet things people don't always see. About being the friend who is always there but never chosen. About looking in the mirror and not recognizing the person staring back. About heartbreak, anger, loneliness, and learning how to survive feelings that feel too heavy to carry. Some poems are soft. Some are angry. Some are honest in ways that might feel uncomfortable. But every poem is real. If you've ever felt invisible, misunderstood, or like you were meant for something more than the life you're living right now, these words might feel familiar.

A girl in Seoul starts a new job at a Embassy, little did she know her life would change.