Catirepoems Stories

18 Stories

The Window  by PlumaFirme_
#1
The Window by John Van Puyenbroeck
Every day, the same chair. The same view. But behind the glass, a quiet existence unfolds - one of waiting, wondering, creating, and hoping to be seen. This isn't a stor...
The Name I Never Took Back by PlumaFirme_
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The Name I Never Took Backby John Van Puyenbroeck
A story about holding on when no one asked you to. He didn't stop loving me with a goodbye. He just... stopped showing up. No slammed doors. No final words. Just silence...
Maybe, Me? by PlumaFirme_
#3
Maybe, Me?by John Van Puyenbroeck
I don't have answers - just questions. About love, worth, masks, and why people try so hard. I don't know what this is. It's just what it feels like to be me, which I...
The Smile You Forgot  by PlumaFirme_
#4
The Smile You Forgot by John Van Puyenbroeck
There are moments we don't realize we're losing - not until we look back and see how much light they carried. The Smile You Forgot is a quiet unraveling of what it feels...
"The One Who Holds the Dial." by PlumaFirme_
#5
"The One Who Holds the Dial."by John Van Puyenbroeck
They race the clock. I reshape it. This is not a poem about time - it's a declaration from someone who commands it. A slow, powerful voice that doesn't rush to be heard...
To Those Who Dare Call It Selfish  by PlumaFirme_
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To Those Who Dare Call It Selfish by John Van Puyenbroeck
This isn't an accusation. It's a record. A letter written for the ones who weren't there - the ones who called it selfish. If you've ever used that word, this is what yo...
 The Hours Between Us by PlumaFirme_
#7
The Hours Between Usby John Van Puyenbroeck
A quiet day told in three parts. Morning alone. Afternoon with someone who stays. Night with someone who never fully arrives. This isn't a love story. It's the shape of...
Where the Flame Meets the Still (A duet between Garnet and Sapphire) by PlumaFirme_
#8
Where the Flame Meets the Still (A...by John Van Puyenbroeck
This is a duet of silence and fire - of someone who stayed, and someone who burned. Told in the voices of Garnet (me) and Sapphire (him), this piece explores a bond that...
The Fox Prince by PlumaFirme_
#9
The Fox Princeby John Van Puyenbroeck
He doesn't announce himself. He arrives in stillness - then vanishes before you realize you were holding your breath. The Fox Prince is a portrait in silence, mystery, a...
Somebody, Somehow by PlumaFirme_
#10
Somebody, Somehowby John Van Puyenbroeck
Stitched from Silence There are people who learn early that silence speaks louder than words. That not being chosen leaves a mark. That love, even when quiet, can still...
Simón, the Unsent Letter by PlumaFirme_
#11
Simón, the Unsent Letterby John Van Puyenbroeck
Simón doesn't speak in declarations. He speaks in glances, in pauses, in stickers that arrive instead of explanations. This isn't a love story - it's a reflection. Of pr...
This Is What We Mean When We Say "Friend" by PlumaFirme_
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This Is What We Mean When We Say "...by John Van Puyenbroeck
What do we really mean when we say friend? This collection gathers quiet truths, whispered hopes, and personal definitions - each one anonymous, each one honest. I sent...
How I Paint My Love by PlumaFirme_
#13
How I Paint My Loveby John Van Puyenbroeck
I don't paint with precision. I paint with everything I feel. This is the story of what it means to love in color - wildly, sincerely, and without a guarantee of being u...
Mortal Immortality  by PlumaFirme_
#14
Mortal Immortality by John Van Puyenbroeck
Some people break loudly. Others break quietly - and change the air around them. You pass them every day. In stairwells. Behind counters. On the edge of someone else's c...
Julián, the Still Flame by PlumaFirme_
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Julián, the Still Flameby John Van Puyenbroeck
He doesn't speak much. But when he's present, everything quiets - and deepens. Julián, the Still Flame is a portrait told in moments, silences, and small gestures that c...
Dagger by PlumaFirme_
#16
Daggerby John Van Puyenbroeck
Dagger is what's left after silence. It's what still bleeds after the world says "move on." It's the final letter written when forgiveness has already died. Th...
Aureole: Quiet Thoughts from the Ether by PlumaFirme_
#17
Aureole: Quiet Thoughts from the E...by John Van Puyenbroeck
Have you ever wondered what's really inside them? Not the version they show. Not the smiles or the silence. But the voice they only use in the dark - the one even they b...
Maker by PlumaFirme_
#18
Makerby John Van Puyenbroeck
A poem for those we build for - quietly, completely, without ever being asked. A soft place made of hope.