Thoughts Stories

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

'I will marry' Yeah finally the asshole had something to say, he kept my sister waiting for ages. He better treat her very well or else I'd be their little honeymoon package and I'd show him all of my karate skills. 'But I'll marry you' He pointed his finger at me, the hell was he talking about? I almost chuckled thinking it's a joke but everyone else just stood as if there was nothing that could be said against it. 'W_hat?' My sister said almost breaking. The asshole made my sister cry???????? 'Am sorry I can't marry you I am more attracted to your little sister' I almost jumped to him, until I heard my sister crying while she left the room. I was about to run after her but I stood in front of the so called husband, 'Fuck you' that was all I could say.

Write poetry or do not, there is no try

I feel like I'm not a good or perfect person so here are the thoughts I don't feel like telling other people.

𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚢❤️ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐... ~ the art of romanticizing life, melancholy and to put it simple: deep thoughts ~ ...𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. Over quite some time I gathered a little collection of different pieces of poetry which are all very personal to me, but which I would also love to share with the world. As an outlet for my thoughts ~ Each part will also feature a picture of the original piece I once wrote into my little book. My friends say my handwriting's pretty, I hope they're right. - no kidding ; ) really, I would appreciate it, if u took a look inside. <3 ongoing ~ more chapters every week xo, S🌹❤️ started 12/04/2023

This journal is a collection of reflections, each capturing a distinct perspective of the writer's inner world. This section, in particular, turns its gaze toward her dreams-those fleeting visions that dwell between reality and reverie. Here, dreams are embodied by the poppy flower: a symbol of beauty and transience, blooming gently within the quiet garden of the mind.

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. ~~~

Thoughts turned into short essays

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.

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.

I don't care anymore. Let's talk about it.

This journal is a collection of reflections-each offering a glimpse into the writer's diverse perspectives and inner world. Within its pages lie poems, stories, and passing thoughts, each expressing a moment of emotion or contemplation. Like a dandelion carried by the wind, her thoughts drift beyond reach, ascending into the open sky-hoping that somewhere, someone will read them, and understand.

Sometimes, when the night is quiet enough, we can still feel it. Like a memory knocking softly, asking if we can still remember everything inside our dreams. The fragments. The quiet thoughts. Even the adventurous wonders. We linger in them, hoping our dreams will lead us somewhere enchanting. We dream. We imagine. We wander into the great abyss-getting lost inside our own Dreamland. The stories we are meant to hold are meant to be written. Each one carries its own tale, its own chapter. And as a dreamer longing to remember, I wrote this for you- to immerse yourself, and to join me inside my dream.

a book of amateur poetry and journaling for the purpose of exposure therapy (because i am an anxious little worm) -feedback is appreciated ! (cover art by me)

❛❛ 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 .ᐟ ❜❜ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 cherie publishes her silly poems because that's life, my dear. cover by the talented miss @ swannluvr !

I wrote all of these.

Thoughts on the state of amercia as a 6th grader.

A collection of poems inspired by the words that swirled corybantically within my mind, though I could never quite say them aloud. I have always believed that, as a writer, I do not cry, but bleed on paper. These poems are traces of that bleeding-of love, grief, doubt, beauty and all that lingers in between. If these words resonate, then they have done what they were meant to do.

Ayda is back in her home town after 5 years and fog of troubles is around her, like always. She connects with her old school-mates like back in good old days, the beautiful times that never existed. One of them starts to post their old high school essays for all town to read. Secret after secret is exposed, one darker then another. What is Ayda hiding and why she doesn't want to talk about her summer? Why would someone expose all secrets in a little shitty city? What do they gain and what Ayda has to do with it? *** Ayda Aydnik has simple task in front of her: spend 1 school year back in her home town in her new high-paying job at her old high school. Then she can leave with all the money and never ever look back. Of course, she has to stay the fuck out of the trouble and this is simpler says then done. First day of new school year, one of The Chosen 16, starts to posting old school essays for all town to read. Beside of Ayda, The Chosen 16 include pretty much anybody she ever loved or hate: her sister, her cousin, her ex-bf, frenemy and even her bully target. All of them has reasons, one better then another. All of them has secrets, one darker than others. Whose life is shittier than lives of everybody else? What do you gain from ruthlessly exposing secrets of your enemies? Most importantly of all, what are others hiding? Ayda has many secrets, but her summer is the biggest secret of them all. Can she hunt down the publisher and keep her story hidden forever or will she fail and whole town will know her secrets? Time is running down and with each of her secret exposed, her soul bleeds more and more and she is becoming more and more determined to track down the publisher. Ayda is going to have one hell of academic year in front of her.