Metaphor Stories

Hello!!!!! This is a compilation of poems I wrote since last year including some poems a friend of mine wrote. Read, enjoy, feel, relate, cry a bit if the poetry is tha...

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A collection of poetry and some snippets of metaphorical pieces that I write mostly about my life's problems and depression. I write about my experiences, how they make...

A collection of poems that flow without boundaries, each verse an untold thought, a fleeting emotion, or a random spark of inspiration. No theme, no structure-just the r...

nothing to see here

Trial and strategy, A way to push through With a twisted tale describing my life. Will I carry on or not? Only time will tell . Through problems, I write my life story...

Just a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them

the ACOC book was from 12 year old me. this is from 16 year old me and up. let's see how this goes.

A collection of poetry

Poetry ish, metaphors of real feelings

Another poetry book to share my midnight thoughts.

In a mysterious world where pain lingers like shadows, twisting the mind and heart, two strangers bear the heavy burden of unspoken traumas. One, who no longer fears los...

like another silhouette washed in the blue of the November afterglow - a dying ache of living ... || caffeinated afterthoughts and lovers' vomit ||

A poem about a boy who falls in love the moon, and goes searching for her.

These poems are pieces of me- each word a memory, a feeling, a story. From the strength of a mother to the vulnerability of love, I write about life as I see it. Join me...

A 10 Year old boy who died young and became a child demon who manipulates and kills the evil humans and monsters of Earth.

re•sur•rec•tion reh·zr·ek·shn noun the action or fact of resurrecting or being resurrected. "the story of the resurrection of Osiris" ©️ 2024

multiple stories about her emotions.

The itching was subtle at first, following came the dark rashs of the once innocuous shape of 'love hearts' which then started to suffocate me.

Love is Ambiguous-And That's How It Should Be