Melodic Stories

Read this if you feel alone. For anyone that can relate.

To find to feel, to make unseen, Lost in an endless whispering dream. The winding roads were ever-present, Taking not the first, but second. My beating heart could only know, Which way the road could only grow. But in my soul I found once more, The gentle weaving river shore.

This was the collection for me to vent in. The collection that would catch all my negativity and portray it for the world to read. Hope all you happy people enjoy my broken spirit.

On a whim, I've just been dying to write more poetry lately, dying to get out of this writer's block...FUNK. I hope these aren't too dreadful. The meaning of the poems might be a little fuzzy or unclear, but they're meant for you to make your own meaning out of them if you can't distinguish one of my meanings. Often, my poems have double meanings, but I'm no genius, so sometimes they're also straight to the point. Please enjoy.

Music recommendations! The artists featured in this book aren't anywhere near mainstream, and they deserve much more attention. I have a huge love for music, and I want to share it with the (probably small number of people who'll read this) people of Wattpad.

Taylor Moore, a young, talented Rocker who lives a normal everyday life, going to few concerts every now and then, soon discovers what might be true love at first sight to a local Bassist in a Heavy Metal band called Rancid Fury. Will everything go perfectly?

"Zephyr and Octavia: Winds of Love" In a quaint coastal town, Zephyr, a free-spirited artist, finds inspiration in the rhythmic dance of the ocean waves. Octavia, a talented violinist with a passion for classical music, visits the town for a music festival. Their worlds collide when Zephyr's vibrant street art captures Octavia's attention. Intrigued by the soulful melodies of her violin, Zephyr is drawn to Octavia's enchanting performances. As they share their dreams, fears, and artistic expressions, a unique connection blossoms. Together, they navigate the delicate harmony of their contrasting passions, discovering that love is a masterpiece painted with the colors of their individuality. Amidst the backdrop of crashing waves and the serenade of violins, Zephyr and Octavia embark on a journey of self-discovery, celebrating the beauty of love that transcends boundaries and creates a symphony of their own.

Long ago, there were two races. The human race and the Caster race. They lived in harmony together since the very day that they were born. The casters has magical abilities almost that of modern day, 'fictional' wizards. They were born with that ability. Humans were not yet they are able to use magic if trained by a caster. However, one specific group of casters were arrogant, spiteful, and turned their noses up to the "lesser race" of humans. They call themselves, Vortexes. Sooner or later, they gathered enough casters to bring war against humans. They would lose though and get sealed using the power of perfect rhythm. However, years and years later, would be released by someone unexpected. Now the apparent last caster in the world needs to gather heroic souls to train them in perfect rhythm in order to defeat this evil before it's too late. They shall be called... The Power Rangers! (There will be swearing in. So far that's all I can say. Probably for ages 13 and up) [Not actually completed, this is just a precaution]

Poems and pictures, filled with back-and-forth, battling emotions. Some are lighthearted as can be, practically fit for a children's story, while some are dark and wild, taking a nature the opposite of mild.

❝ If silence is golden, What is noise ? If silence is golden, What is a whisper ? If silence is golden, Why don't we treasure it more ? ❞ - F l o a t i n g T h o u g h t s A place where my beautifully weird thoughts floating around in my mind are posted. Highest rank :- #62 in Poetry Cover by :- LovemeLovemenotAG ● ● ● Please do not copy my work without my approval. ● ● ● Have a great day!

She stands where stone greets silent lore, A smile like sunshine on an ancient door. In eyes, a glimmer of stories unrevealed, A girl I adore-so clever, so brave. Her laughter dances on the air, A loving storm with fearless air. No crowns nor velvet throne for her, She's made a world all by herself. Her words are piercing, her heart is gentle, She's strength and beauty so entwined. And in her heart, one name burns bright- Her mother, her peace, her guiding star. She burns like fire, constant and true, A heart with skies of boundless blue. In her, I see peace and battle too- A shining star, my heart's love.

The yearning of a maiden waiting for her lover/Lord. Scene is set in Medieval England.

It's raining heavily. It isn't the soft,sodden,swollen drops of spring but it's a heavy one with several flashes of lighting and the rumble of thunder. My mind,like a huge pond of too many thoughts running in myriad direction question the sky about the cause behind its shameless cry!! Dude you should stop for today.. It's too much The cafe,which I used to go there often is in front of me. It is almost full. I make my way through the rows of noisy tables of the cafe looking for a place to sit. At the corner there is a seat,unnoticed by most of the people,vacant.The clumsy looking waiter comes and notes down our order. Here feels the void of life. I don't have a company but I used not to mind being left alone,enjoying my own company.Being lost in my own thoughts,I feel great. The waiter brings the order later than usual.I am definitely pissed by it but I don't show it. Just as the waiter goes,among the crowd,I hear a familiar voice. I hear him beside me. My heart stops for a moment and start to pound heavily. I try to listen him but I find the faceless voice cheering and wishing someone's birthday. I find the noise louder than ever. His voice echoes in my head. I don't see him but I hear his voice. I hear his perfect,loving,melodic,smooth voice.His tone is still so expressive and but he isn't laughing loud, boisterous laughs and it clutches my heart and cringes in pain from panic and fear of a force unseen.

Poems written in a beach house while listening to the melodic sea waves touch the dunes.

Poems of my reality and my made up world just for FUN!