Metaphore Stories

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

A collection of poems about everything and nothing:)

just a place where I express my words with literature

some songs i wrote sometime. this album is the middle, not the beginning nor end. please take it as such.

"You cannot grow a new life without getting your hands dirty in the soil of your past." 🌻 2026 Complete Collection 🌻 Woven with the dark elegance of traditional floral symbolism, this collection of poetry maps the lifecycle of emotional pain and the agonizing, beautiful process of inner growth. From the choked, unlit corners of childhood neglect to the sharp thorns of adult anxiety, the speaker navigates a fractured internal landscape. But a garden cannot stay frozen forever. Through rituals of grief, necessary goodbyes, and the hard work of tending to old wounds, these poems show that even the most toxic soil can eventually cultivate a quiet, unyielding freedom. For anyone who has ever been broken, buried, and forced to grow anyway. ⚠️ CONTENT WARNING: This collection contains deep explorations of mental health struggles, childhood trauma, emotional neglect, and family toxicity. Reader discretion is advised.

cover is from Pinterest! This is my first time publishing my free form poems!🫰❤️

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

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

What lies between heaven and earth? Is it the life we live, the people we love, the pain we carry, or the hope that keeps us moving forward? Between Heaven and Earth is a collection of poems, sonnets, and reflections that explore the fragile space between beginnings and endings. Through themes of grief, faith, fear, love, loss, and perseverance, H.G. Stidham invites readers to walk the road between despair and hope, between who we are and who we long to become. Within these pages are questions with no easy answers: What happens after we die? How do we continue after heartbreak? Why do people hurt one another, and what makes us choose kindness instead? From quiet moments of doubt to glimpses of light in the darkest nights, each poem seeks meaning in the human experience. For anyone who has ever looked toward the stars searching for answers, stood at a crossroads, or wondered what waits beyond the horizon, this collection is a reminder that even in our hardest moments, we are never truly alone. We are all travelers, suspended between heaven and earth, searching for our way home.

When a kind-hearted farm boy meets a curious princess at the village market, an unexpected friendship begins. Through letters, laughter, and magical adventures, the two become the very best of friends. But when a grumpy witch tries to keep them apart, they discover that true friendship is stronger than any spell. This is my first published story, and while it's different from what I usually write, it holds a special place in my heart. The Boy, The Princess & The Witch is more than just a fairy tale-it's a metaphor for how my girlfriend and I met, the obstacles we faced, and the journey that brought us together. One day, I hope to read this story to our future children, sharing not only a magical adventure, but the real story that inspired it.

Every flower has a meaning. Some represent love. Some represent healing. Some represent remembrance. But in a small nursery called Valley Bloom, three flowers carry something deeper - the stories of those who survived dragons, storms, and war. And sometimes... the people who need those flowers most walk through the door. Three strangers. Three battles survived. A valley of fire, a storming sea, and a field of forgotten grief. Years later, fate brings them to the same quiet place... a small nursery where flowers carry stories of survival. Some blooms are more than just flowers. Sometimes, they are memories.

This is a Practice. Okay?

Perhaps there is still hope. Look forward to a journey of ups and downs which starts in darkness. The steps you make might appear bleak yet they are imbued with a special trace of light. Will you be able to find it? It lies in your hands. ------------------------------------------------------------ Written words and images used are my own. Available in English and German. German title: Trost in der Dunkelheit

Where the flower blooms, the butterfly follows. She blooms quietly, like a flower waiting for sunlight. He drifts through life like a butterfly-drawn to beauty, terrified to land. When their paths cross, something shifts: her kindness becomes pollen he can't help but carry, and his silence becomes the wind that stirs her petals. But even the softest connection can change everything.

This is a short story through candles.

LIFE, It is a messed up thing but darling so are we, High on emotions, Lost in freaking dreams, Tied up with the idea of love, LIFE IS STRANGE, IT IS A MYSTERY, A QUESTION, LIFE IS YOU AND ME.

"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.

A love letter to my first love that ended improperly.

The younger brother had a daisy growing in his heart the daisy of hope this daisy would consume his soul and strip him of his heart yet he loved this daisy more than anything in the world. The older brother had a gladiolus growing in his heart the gladiolus of wrath this gladiolus would revive his soul and give fuel to his heart yet he despised this gladiolus more than anything in the world. The younger boy knew the gladiolus would give life to his brother so he hoped its wrath would keep him going letting his own daisy consume him. Too late, the older boy learnt the daisy killed his brother and his anger burnt no more, as it had no one else to burn for letting his own wrath consume him.

I have a habit of wondering. This book is what happened when I started writing those wonderings down. Some began as questions. Some arrived as quiet realizations. Others simply refused to leave my mind until they became poems. These pages are filled with thoughts, observations, and conversations I've had with the world around me. I don't promise answers. Only wonder.