Metaphor Stories

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

Exploring what stories are hidden inside the wrappers with a simple metaphor "Life is a box of chocolates"―while still searching for my socks This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva If you think this description is a 96.8% copy paste from my previous book..... YES IT IS. (⛩⏢⛩) If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

Just my personal poetry all together in one place, don't know if anyone will like it but oh well:)

we're all beggars here, clawing at each other's sepia-toned loneliness ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||

A long time ago there were only two genders a male who could not give birth and a woman who could give birth. Later on exceptional cases started appearing and a new society was formed. At the top of it stood the Alpha male and female who were superior in every shape and form. They controlled the society.. They held the powerful positions in the army and the government. But they were fewer in number. About fifty to sixty percent of the population were betas who lived normal lives.. At the bottom of the ladder were the omegas.. They suffered discrimination and cruelty. So human rights activists came forward voicing their rights and now they are protected by the law. Still there were people who exploited them. People in this world also have magical abilities to do mundane things. It had been a theory that someone with a gene based magic came up with this system. This is a story of three friends Gahan an alpha male, Palak a beta female and Shreyan an omega male. A tale of revenge love friendship betrayal and going against society.

Across vast lands and quiet moments, his journey unfolds. This is a journey of something small, and the courage to begin.

❛❛Hope sings the cruelest lullaby.❞ ❄️❄️❄️ ❥Psychological Horror ❥Copyrighted by © Nefelibata's World ❥Cover & Banner @Moon_Sugarlips07

❛❛Radiance is corruption's favorite disguise.❞ 🖌️🖌️🖌️ ❥Psychological Horror ❥Copyrighted by © Nefelibata's World ❥Cover & Banner @Moon_Sugarlips07

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

A poetry book where Hades and Eros live. A/N: Please be aware that some material and themes contained in this book may be considered as triggering such as suicide, sexual assault, violence, drugs, and other harmful activities but they are mostly inferred. These themes are metaphorical or trauma‑centered and are not depicted graphically or glorified. Reader discretion is advised. --------------- © 2026 J. Lee Kennedy. All rights reserved. Cover design © 2026 J. Lee Kennedy. Images used in this work belong to their respective copyright holders and are used under license or in accordance with applicable Creative Commons terms. Edited or altered images are copyrighted by the author in their final form.

❛❛Applause is a terrible curse.❞ 🎭🎭🎭 ❥Psychological Horror ❥Copyrighted by © Nefelibata's World ❥Cover & Banner @Moon_Sugarlips07

Hollowridge High had a way of swallowing people whole. By sophomore year, Eleanor Finch already understood the rules: stay quiet, stay invisible, and never give people a reason to look at you too closely. But when a rumor turns Olivia Cornova from golden girl to school-wide target overnight, Eleanor can't stop staring. At Hollowridge, people become whatever everyone else decides they are. And the monster is always hungry.

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱5 ] Sometimes the words spill out messy...... sometimes soft. This book is where they all landded. This book is a collection of poems that speak from the heart! Each poem captures a moment, a feeling or a thought that words often fail to say. The Symphony of Wings & Hearts reminds that even in silence, our hearts have their own music soft, gentle and endless.

A spoken-word series about boys growing into expectations, fathers passing down truths, and the strange silence that lives at 30,000 feet. This flight is only just beginning.

Just some poems I wrote. Mostly psychological, philosophical and metaphorical

In the end of the world, some monsters laugh. God's Error is a brutal, psychological post-apocalyptic story about survival, love under pressure, and what remains human when mercy stops working.

"She is the girl who claims she needs no one to hold her, he is the man who holds her like his life belongs to her." She never planned to tell anyone. Not about the name she carries in secret. Not about the life she built in the dark, quietly, carefully, while the world only ever saw the surface of her. Then came an arranged marriage. A terrace that became theirs without either of them deciding it. And a man of few words who somehow learned every single one of hers. He was the first person she ever let see it - not all of it. just enough. just the truth at the surface. And he didn't flinch. He didn't shift. He just.. stayed. She didn't know what to do with the person who stayed.

"Excuse me, mister, but why did everything suddenly turn black and white?" A miserable adult who prefers to ignore everything, including their dying father. A concerned neighbor/friend/something more with curious connections. A taxi driver who doesn't bother to ask where the passenger wants to go. And a cat with unclear intentions. Where will this journey lead to, if anywhere? --------------------------------------------------------- • Based on prompt #9 of ONC. • Started: February 2, 2023 • Ended: November 15, 2023

Welcome to Everett and Salem. In this world, not everything is sunshine and rainbows. On the surface, this is just a collection of poetry that reflects life, weather, and ordinary days. But if you look closely enough, a different story begins to bleed through... and that is the part you will find out while piecing all the fragments together. Enjoy investigating.

In a world of millions racing toward a single chance at life, two brothers the brave Dash and his tiny younger brother Dot survive impossible currents, deadly storms, and heartbreaking loss alongside their siblings on a legendary journey toward the mysterious Egg. What begins as a funny and hopeful adventure slowly becomes an emotional story of sacrifice, brotherhood, and survival, as the brothers discover a painful truth: only one of them can become human. But even in loss, the memories of those left behind may live on forever.