Thinking Stories

I don't always talk about what I feel. So I write it instead. These are things I never said out loud, like sand in my pockets - a quiet weight I carry, almost invisible, small, but still there.

this is literally just gonna be me yapping about the most random stuff and my obsessions, idk why anyone would want to read this but ur welcome too I just need a place to free my thoughts don't expect good grammar becuz it doesnt exist here.

Minimalist poetry you probably didn't know you needed...

A shorter thinking spree written in english. Egy angolul írott rövidebb gondolat menet .

a collection of poems. disclaimer: I do not own the cover art.

Thoughts from the throne Random Off the dome Candle

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

အရံဂေးဇာတ်ကောင် မှ hide boss များရဲ့ ဇနီးအဖြစ်သို့ MC -ရှောင်ဟန်ချီ Ml - ???? start - 5.6.2024 end -?????

Just some poems about life, myself, or whatever pops into my head. I don't even know if these count as poems but poems is the closest thing to define them I think.

Will there be unknown? Each night like the last impossible to tell. A journey like many others, yet so different. Will there be unknown tonight? Or will there be warmth.. or certainty? A story about the mystery of tomorrow, behind the eyes of one as observant as you and I, yet misunderstood. A Leroy Story

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

a book of poetry, filled with memories and longing. disclaimer: I do not own the cover art.

"words that lie beneath the shrouded lies and issues in the roots of our freaked minds" _________________________________________ freak: blotched | Book 1 of the freak: series COMPLETED ▷blotchedwriter◁

There are things in life that frustrate, anger and saddens you. Things like the irritable people around you, the happenings in politics and current events, problems that continue to haunt you. I deal with these irritations by turning them into poetry, I weave my criticism and my poison through poetry. Nothing is more therapeutic than the expression of feelings through poems. So dear reader enjoy the 50 poems that this poetry collection. Let the words would stir feelings in you. Who knows you may also craft your feelings into words. I would be very happy if my poetry inspired you to do so. Follow me on Wattpad if you want, I am John Mark N. Luciano (@DonJuanMarco), if you saw the name of Moriones Zazadevha, that was my former Wattpad account. I would be publish One Poem, on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. 12:00 am(Philippine Time) (All criticism will be accepted as long as it does not contain any foul language or insults. Let us keep our Good Manners and Right Conduct. To God be the Glory.)

Feeling the Pressure of the World around, not a word was said but it echoed for miles. It begins to close in, thoughts begin to run ramped. The door swings open, as the steps gets closer. It's time to Breathe Quietly.

You're reading this right now. It feels real. Obvious. Certain. But what if that feeling is the only thing holding everything together? You trust your memories. You trust your thoughts. You trust what you see. But you've never actually proved any of it. This book doesn't try to prove anything. It does something worse. It asks questions you can't fully answer. About reality. About memory. About time. About you. What if your life didn't build up to this moment? What if it only feels like it did? Reality might not be what you think. Time might not work the way you feel it does. And the "you" reading this might not be as stable as you believe. This isn't a horror story. But it will stay with you like one. Because once you see it, you can't unsee it. This isn't a story. It's a slow breakdown of everything you thought you understood. Read it if you want answers. Keep reading if you're okay losing them.

A few philosophical essays I have written. Mostly about the meaning of life/morals, and stuff like that (just whatever I feel like writing, really). I won't update very often because I'm busy with other stuff, but I'm trying to read more books, so hopefully I will get more ideas/inspiration, and anyway, quality over quantity. Feel free to write your opinions in the comments! Keep in mind I'm only 15, so the grammar/pacing can feel off. Also, because most of this I wrote at like 2 am, and I hate reading over my work and editing it🥹 Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Just a collection of poetry i have written, no schedule, only uploading when i end up writing idk.

Just dropping my lore here

These poems come from my heart and mind. I don't express much of how I am feeling, maybe it's cause I worried about how I might affect someone. So why not write a poem hiding my inner thoughts within to express myself, giving me some comfort in getting them out in the open. I hope you enjoy happy, sad, angry, and love-filled poems.