Metaphore Stories

"You're going to disappear again, aren't you?" The words cut sharper than he expected. He opened his mouth to deny it, then closed it again. She wasn't wrong. His life had always been defined by leaving. Tours, studios, schedules that tore him from places before he could root himself. "I don't want to," he admitted, surprising himself. "Then don't," she said simply. "It's not that easy." Her gaze met his, steady and unflinching. "Maybe it is. Or maybe you just don't want it to be." . 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.

What keeps you Cold at Night? ~Ongoing Series~ (Pillars of Winter V in progress) *Encouraged Order is 1-5* ~These are my first real attempts at poetry; any comments or feedback would be welcome.~

Characters in a story. Stories in a poem. Poems in a cup. Coffee cup of characters.

They never meet, Ophelia and Clementine, yet the water remembers them both.

​A Collection of Poems on the Mind's Architecture & Its Unbuilt Worlds ​Step into the boundless blueprints of the human mind with The Architect of Thought, a profound collection of poems that maps the structures we build inside ourselves. ​From the towering skyscrapers of ambition and the intricate, looping pathways of doubt, to the quiet, forgotten rooms of memory and the chaotic construction sites of creation, this volume explores the act of thinking not as a process, but as a continuous, internal city-building project. ​Through precise, evocative verse, the collection excavates the foundations of consciousness: the logical frameworks we use to rationalize, the emotional shortcuts that guide our choices, and the magnificent, impossible cities we design but never dare to construct in the outer world. ​The Architect of Thought is a journey through the personal landscape of reason, regret, and revelation, challenging the reader to look up at the ceilings and down at the bedrock of their own identity.

The dark past will never let her go. She felt it from the very beginning, like an endless ocean pressing in. They say that you can't measure someone's pain or love. It's like a broken scale. She had learned early how to hide and disappear. And just like this she wasn't normal anymore, not humane but something worse... What happened in her teenage years will haunt her forever. Now at almost thirty, the fog slowly lifts. Years vanished like ashes in a river. When you finally lift the veil, what do you see? Deep inside her a voice was waiting to be heard and understood. That's all she could ever ask for. But when a chance like this is finally in front of her, she feels threatened. The fragile control and her mask she had to put on all these years were fading. Everything she had built would crumble. She had to finally face her demons and decide what she was willing to sacrifice to take the first step. "Do you know what it took to finally be so gentle?" she asked, as if she would eventually get an answer back. "Fucking everything." And it was fucking everything.

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

"why don't you look at ads on craigslist?" kenma gets up from the couch while the slight adrenaline rush is still surfing on his blood, deciding that maybe hinata was right. if he couldn't take him or kageyama, maybe it was best for him to get a complete stranger after all. he was nineteen - this was the perfect age to do something fucking outrageous and then have a cool story to tell when you're older, like pretending to date some random dude from craigslist. and it was going to be a bad idea, he knew that, but kenma had been backed into a corner and had nowhere to really run to. well, he did, but there was no way he was going to risk kissing hinata shouyou during the holidays. ... or, kenma swore relationships were a waste of time, kuroo loved the holidays, and hinata was...well, hinata.

In days gone by, waves of drama overwhelmed Asunder's mental state. Instead of becoming a victim, the character moves from a state of victimization to empowerment by using journaling to declutter her mind and regain control. By capturing overwhelming drama on the page, the character prevents the negative thoughts from continuously circling, transforming a 'broken mind' into a proactive, 'cleared' state of being

What keeps you Cold at Night? The Second Pillar, shadowed, in the First. Three is Key. A Fourth fell silent. ~Ongoing Series~ (Pillars of Winter V in progress) *Encouraged order is 1-5* ~These are my first real attempts at poetry; any comments or feedback would be welcome.~

This book is a quiet collection of poems about fireflies and fireworms...the small lights that once filled my childhood nights. Fireflies were never just insects to me.They felt like stars that forgot the sky and chose the earth instead. They didn't light up the whole world but they lit up my world. Fireflies teach me something simple but powerful. you don't need the sky to shine.You don't need attention to matter. Even the smallest light can move forward in the dark. Through these poems, I want to reassure the fireflies that their tiny lights lit up my world. That their courage in the dark taught me how to keep going. This book is for anyone who feels small in a loud world for those who keep going quietly...for those who glow in their own way.

For those who burn in silence and bloom in dust. ⚠️PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME⚠️ If republished, please give proper credit.

Hello to the lovely readers ! I am writting this short chapters which includes my waves of emotions .People find darkness scary but I find darkness as my lover.People are more scary than Darkness ,so never afraid the dark instead embrace it like a hug of an old friend who knows maybe you will find the love which you craved for.❤️

This is considered as an Allegory, Fable, and Literary Fiction with a touch of Freestyle and Narrative/Lyrical Poetry. These chapters are my map of hidden feelings and thoughts, written in my own way. This may be, the last labyrinth of my thoughts.. The Book cover is not mine, CTTO in Pinterest: Jinanajjur

youth grows on branches of mango trees. pluck them early green and bury them in rice baskets to ripen them quick. love grows on branches of guava trees. pluck them early green and they are solid teeth-breakers. pluck them late white, love melts in your mouth into pulpy relish.

Second poem book! Fiction 100% fiction poems Disclaimer: I chose to explore topics through poetry I have never experienced any of the stories Conveyed through these poems. Pricilla rose amatory

Abstract terms expressing themselves.

This is a deep reflection of my teenage life through my thoughts and mindset with a poetic lens. It has a lot of deep metaphors so some things may be a bit confusing but that's the point, it's an enigma, a paradox. You can interpret it however you want :D (NO AI)

Let me tell you a story. Let me tell you my life. Let me tell you a secret. I have so much to hide.