Figurativelanguage Stories

'paint me as a villain,' she'd said once in rich tones, seeping from frayed edges in unmistakable artist's ink, 'and perhaps it will stick, hm?' my entry for the tiny tales writing contest! COPYRIGHT RESIDENTMESS 2021

He's not dead, he's just buried...

Read to find out.

☾ Oil and water: polar opposites. Never giving, never taking, in a constant push and pull going onward into infinity. They are so completely different, yet-at their core-the very same. ~~~ A collection of poetry and prose by @blue__46 ☾ Copyright © 2023 All Rights Reserved

This is just a Book of Poems that I have come up with over the years(and still continuing). Just a forewarning, my poems are not the best. (It gets better towards the end) P.S. None of the picture in or on here are mine, I got them off of google unless otherwise stated

The structure of poems and figurative language was all taught by my teacher, my second dad, and the greatest friend that has ever crossed paths with me.

So, I like poetry. I've written several poems in my short, unnecessary existence, so how's about I share it with the world? !WARNING! A lot of these poems are pretty old and pretty bad, so try not to be mean. I will accept constructive criticism, just don't blast hate in my face. Cover made by @Kelsie_Puckett

just some poems to enjoy during a rainy day... and yes, they are about rain :)

The act of waking "a signal to get up in the morning"

A heart that comes to rescue, is a heart of a knight in shining armor. This was poem sent to me by my love, whom shall remain anonymous. Enjoy.

just short stories and poems that come through my mind

a bundle of mixed emotions and confusing metaphors *please do not republish, edit, or steal. all poetry is original.

"In a world filled with perfection and gold, she was nothing but an irrelevant soul." -05/09/17

These are my midnight musings, my afternoon antics, and my sunrise shenanigans #34 poetry ~April 12th 2022 #1 personification ~April 12th 2022 #1 in figurative language ~February 16th 2021

The mind is a place full of illusions and imaginations and with great thinkers comes a great world.

What the title said I wrote these when I was bored and wanted to do something productive

~ There is good and bad constantly warring with each other inside you, a small voice resounds in my conscience just as my vision dips underneath the salty water, it is similar to how the land fights with the sea, the sky with gravity, the light with darkness, the fire with water. Morality is ever-changing like the tides you are suspended in now. This is the ebb and flow of virtue, it is time to pick your side. ~ A collection of my poems from over the years that deal with various topics.

hi! i'm starting a new poetry collection (all original works by me!) because all of my poems turn sad for some reason??? anyway, the first poem 'please don't let me grow cold' is also in my winter poetry collection but i felt like it fit here so...... ANYWAY- please don't steal my works and I don't know- don't cry too hard?? :-)

A collection of poems that share a deeper story hidden by almost lighthearted metaphors... ;)