Thoughts Stories

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

'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.

An everlasting collection of my abstract thoughts.

Write poetry or do not, there is no try

Hayashi Nozomi carries a name everyone fears - the daughter of a villain. Haunted by her past, burdened by perfectionism, she struggles to trust anyone... until Katsuki Bakugou refuses to see her as anything but herself. In a school full of heroes, can she find the strength to wield her quirk without losing herself? In a world that wants her to fail, will she learn to trust someone again? Or will the weight of her own perfectionism and past keep her trapped in the shadows forever? "You think I care who your parents are? You're you. That's what matters." The rigths of the Mha storyline belong to Kohei Horikoshi only. Only my Oc is my own idea and everything that doesn't happen during the manga.

When I decided to rage the Holy War, it looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor MISC BOOK / Lotto

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. ~~~

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.

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.

My fourth collection of self-written poems. Exploring the deep and dark abyss of my mind ☆☆☆ Started: 10 July 2025 Concluded: ★★★ # 1st darkpoetry: 21/04/2026

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.

Just a hooman and their 1 am thoughts. Ended: October 1st 2024

get to know me through the words of an awfully dramatic teenager as he makes his way to adulthood. while i don't write as much anymore, i still enjoy the occasional sit down with my thoughts and my words.

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

❛❛ 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 !

My head is a void full of ideas that evolve once written down. They are short, sometimes open ended but worth reading them. It's not me identifying with but much rather bringing characters to life with some simple words rowed one after an other. The style changes, develops and I am open to your opinions, don't hesitate to share them with me. My goal is the maximal number of chapters. With that: Welcome to the void in my head Picture:Pinterest Ideas: mine and when inspired written at the bottom as A\N

The man who walks the road of insanity sees, hears, and comprehends things that a sane man would have no hope in understanding. Leave your old self behind as I tell of another plane of existence through short-form poetry. I will do this until the things holding the seams together pull me through entirely.

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.

She stands where the sea never rests, where the wind carries things she could never say out loud. This is a collection of poems shaped by silence, heavy thoughts, and emotions that refuse to fade. Like the ocean, some feelings come in waves... and some never leave.

Ever wondered what it is like to ponder on impossible thoughts almost no one gets? That's a blessing and a curse. Something you possess can only be your weakness until you weaponize it. An empty brain is not the Devil's abode, for Devil was once the smartest angel. It takes brain to play tactful. Not an empty skull. "Everything has a meaning. But not everyone is sharp enough to see it." This is a poetry collection fueled by my unique thoughts on things most poeple miss. I'm not extraordinary. Just an individual who harbours and nurtures her somewhat different perception. If you enjoy cracking codes, or giving theories, then, this is the place for you. All theories are welcome as long as they are respectful. I'll post poetry with hints or clues towards the end. You guys can play detectives. The ones to crack the code, recieve a shoutout along with my loyal readers. Polite or constructive criticism is welcome as long as it's valid. I love improving. Hope you enjoy this journey of intellectual engagement. ♡♡♡