Artofwords Stories

This piece lives in the tension most people pretend not to notice - the silent warfare of energy, perception, and unspoken judgment. "Wickedness Has Good Manners" explores the unsettling reality that hostility doesn't always arrive with noise. Sometimes it's polished. Sometimes it smiles. Sometimes it asks questions in a calm voice under fluorescent lights while something colder moves beneath the surface. The poem captures the psychological awareness of walking into a room where nothing is visibly wrong, yet everything feels off. It's about instinct, about reading micro-expressions, about understanding that discomfort and danger are not the same thing. There's a clash here between lived experience and artificial environments - between street intuition and corporate choreography. This isn't a story about paranoia. It's about perception. About that razor-thin space where intuition sharpens and silence becomes strategy. The poem dissects the invisible dynamics of power, composure, and energy - revealing how tension can exist without confrontation, and how wickedness often hides behind professionalism, etiquette, and controlled politeness. It's reflective, unsettling, and deliberate. A meditation on awareness, survival, and the strange theater of human interaction where the loudest truths are rarely spoken aloud.

"A Problem Facilitates Growth, the winds of change orchestrated by God, force growth to be implanted" - Lefigga This is a collection of poems I've written about hard times. How time heals pain. Enjoy. Feel free to drop comments. Complete √ #7 in Art of Words

"The Constant Ode to Tapestry" invites you into a richly woven world of emotion and shadow, where vulnerability and strength intertwine like threads in a fragile fabric. This poem explores the ache of lost connections, the sting of memory, and the quiet fight to find peace within chaos. Through vivid, haunting imagery and a gothic tone, it speaks to anyone who's ever felt torn between darkness and hope, offering a powerful and moving glimpse into the human heart's complex mosaic.

This is my book of poems I've created, all art is by my friend Chubbycatstar. Feel free to check out some of her books!

"This poem is a heartfelt tribute to my idol, whose light continues to inspire and uplift me. Through his journey, he shown me the power of resilience, love, and hope. May his legacy shine on."

so is love a cup of coffee ?

This book is a series of poems. "Peak Into Me" is just as the title suggests. It's a poem book that let's you have a peak into my mind and see things from my pov (plus my creativity). Who knows? You might relate. ♡♡♡

"𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑚 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑛𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠."

Poem about realness in self and in love

"Even pain has a language - if you're awake enough to hear it." This poem is a journey into a space beyond words, a place before time, before humans, before dust and air existed. It is the weight of something ancient, sacred, and overwhelming - a presence that surges through the body like fire, rushing from chest to toes, alive in every vein. It is not peace, not grief, not anxiety - it is raw, unfiltered awareness, impossible to ignore, impossible to escape. It is felt in silence and song, in fleeting encounters and hidden glances. It is the recognition of forces greater than ourselves, the echo of something primordial that moves through strangers and friends alike, connecting us in ways unseen. It is the energy that hums beneath the surface of life, alive in the gestures, words, and codes of those we meet, the urgency of presence, the weight of reality itself. This is not a story, not a warning, not even a prophecy - it is a revelation of what exists before the known world, a glimpse of the depth, intensity, and timelessness that precedes history. It asks the reader to feel it, to see it, to acknowledge it without fear, to "tap in" to a consciousness that has always existed, beyond beginnings and endings, beyond comprehension, beyond escape.

Symphony of Seasons" is a lyrical journey through nature's ever-changing rhythm. From the blooming whispers of spring to the fiery crescendos of summer, the melancholic notes of autumn, and the serene lullabies of winter, each season is a movement in the grand orchestra of life. This poem captures the beauty, emotions, and transitions of time, weaving them into a timeless symphony that resonates with the soul.🥀🥀

"Between the Lines" is a collection of poems that dances between the quiet spaces of the heart, where words often fall short and emotions linger in the shadows. Each verse is a breath, a pause, a reflection of the moments that shape us but go unsaid. From the depths of heartache to the sparks of self-discovery, these poems capture the delicate power of unspoken truths. They are fragments of thought, woven together in vulnerability and strength, inviting you to explore the spaces where meaning resides, not in what is spoken, but in what is felt.

In a world woven with shadows and light, one soul finds solace in the ethereal presence of another. This piece captures the yearning and devotion that linger in the heart of a lover left longing, describing an otherworldly connection that defies time and space. Through poetic prose and rich, classical language, this journey of passion, reverence, and desire unfolds, an ode to the radiance of a beloved whose absence renders life an empty void. Dive into a tapestry of emotions that binds two souls across realms, for this is not just a love poem; it's an eternal promise whispered by the stars.

my scribbles, the words i didn't said and the mini heartbreaks i felt. (I want to extend my sincerest gratitude to Hannah Lemholt for allowing me to use her picture as the cover. ♡ Go visit her blog on: hannahlemholten.blogspot.com)

These can be peaceful, or angry. Philosophical or simple a description. Depression may tend to be a common topic. They are simply blurbs i write to practice when i want to get something out of my system.

Some things meant to be unsaid and only to be written. - ShimmersErisJane | Compilation of Tagalog and English Poems| Warning: Don't copy. Don't Plagiarize!

Not every museum is filled with art. Some are filled with dust, silence, and disappointment. Been more than a year I wrote this poem. the first line" I became a museum of memories no one visits " I saw it somewhere on social media and started writing........ This poem was born from the feeling of carrying so much inside-dreams, pain, disappointments-that no one else sees. It's about being full of stories, but invisible. About waiting for someone to understand, to notice, to walk through the "rooms" of your heart... and realizing maybe no one ever will. It reflects loneliness, fragility, and acceptance. The "museum" is a metaphor for the self-built from memories, holding everything carefully, but never visited.