Thoughts Stories

The poetry collection 𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗶𝗱𝗼𝘀𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗶𝗰 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 is a window into my inner world, open to those willing to take a glimpse inside. Here, works written years ago intertwine with new pieces that capture echoes of events that stirred deep emotions in my soul. While reading them, you may feel a connection and share the feelings and emotions I once experienced─or still carry within me. !！𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗺 𝗶𝘀 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 !！ * 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯. 🏆 𝟳𝘅 𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗦

I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?

I am not a writer and this is not a story. These are just few floating thoughts of mine.

Even if the sunset is gone it's still worth watching.

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.

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.

Poetry is a need, when the heart breaks, it bleeds, I turn them into words. This book would be completed upon our last breath.

For every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every person that is consumed by their own thoughts, the derision from the outside world only making it worse. For every soul that was drowning in remorse and anguish on restless nights. For every soul that says I love you in the dark and in the mirror because no one else does. For the floors we would pace while anxiety sunk its teeth into us. For the mirrors that we would break while shame echoed its laugh in our caged walls. For the hearts that would ache while loneliness was the only company. For every moment of pain and solitude in this world that feels too cruel for such young and frail minds.

Just a collection of poems from 2025-2026. (2025-2026 in school year) Have you ever had the thoughts of you weren't enough? Well I have put those feelings into writing. A way to express myself when my voice fails.

Moon caves, caves found throughout the world containing a strange crystal that is host to a number of different spirits inside. When the light of the full moon shines on these crystals, they glow brightly and emanate an uneasy feeling to all within range. When someone touches these crystals they are immediately knocked unconscious. When they awaken they are never the same again. They are now infected with another soul in addition to their own. These spirits are much like our own, each having their own personalities and preferences which often causes conflict when the spirit first interacts with their new host. Some of these spirits have their own non-human form, including mythical forms, this is what results in shapeshifters and strange creature sightings. The mental strain of having two different personalities can be immense and there is no known way of blocking them out, at least not until now. This is the story of Kaede Ryouku. Dedicated to the memory of every book that has been lost from the internet and the world. Vanilla milkshakes are the best. Not assisted in any way, shape, or form by AI.

මේ TwinVerse එක ඇතුලේ කැරකෙන හැම කතාවකම, හැම ආත්මයකම පුංචි පුංචි moments ඔක්කොම එකට එකතු කරපු, ලස්සනම ලස්සන සිතුවිලි පොකුරක්... 💐

Some connections are not built through conversations. Some names are never known. Yet somehow, they leave behind a quiet kind of peace. "Jinhe Main Captain Sahab Kehti Hoon" is a collection of poems born from such moments a passing army truck on an ordinary road, a silent prayer whispered to Mahadev, a sudden calm that arrives without explanation. These poems are not about meeting someone. They are about respecting a presence from afar - someone who may never know he was ever written about. Somewhere out there, perhaps under a different sky, someone stands in olive green. And somewhere else, a girl writes poems for the one she simply calls - Captain Sahab 🧿 🪖

Feels like a living nightmare but so hauntingly beautiful, deceiving us into staying a little longer...

Sippin' on my go go juice. Miscellaneous / 2026 © girIfang

A special poetry book for those who wanders alone! A collection of poems that lives in your head whenever you're alone, consumed by your thoughts. Each piece unravels the beauty and ache of feeling so deeply in love, anger, or fear and whether it ends happily or tragically. This is for those who have loved, lost, and still feel everything in between. (Hope you enjoy! Thank you for choosing this book!!)

I outgrew people, places and versions of me i once begged to keep. Now i don't even recognise whats left.

"Me" is a collection of the words that never left the throat. It is a dedicated sanctuary for the chaotic, the confused, and the contradictory thoughts we carry in the quietest parts of ourselves. This space is built for those who are terrified of being seen, yet ache to be understood. Here, the heaviest emotions are translated into stories that belong to everyone and no one at once. Whether it is a letter to a person you can no longer name, or a confession to a version of yourself you aren't yet ready to face, this is your outlet. There are no names, no faces, and no judgments-only the raw, honest weight of being human. As you navigate these pages, you may find your own reflection in the words of a stranger. You will realize that the thoughts you thought were "too much" or "too broken" are the very things that connect you to others. In the echoes of these anonymous voices, the most powerful realization takes hold: "You were never, for a single moment, alone in this journey." Share your story in the comments or dm me so I can make it into a beautiful mix of words (i also share my own thoughts here so yeh)

Pain. Joy. Cracks in the chest. Soft, sharp, messy, beautiful. Some feelings scream. Some feelings whisper. Some feelings hide. Here are all my thoughts , and some random poems that I wrote when had a lot in my head.

a story in which a girl battles with darkness embedded within her very mind, following her everywhere.

Ranking: #2 in Poem - 25 Mar 2026 Address unknown. Recipient unreachable. Unwritten Letters is a haunting anthology of 'almosts.' It is the poetry of the unsent text, the swallowed heartaches, the questions that have no answers to and the love that was too big for the wrong person. A visceral reminder that sometimes the most important things we say are the ones we say to the ghosts of people who are still alive.