Metaphores Histoires

"I thought the devil had horns," the woman said, her voice low but steady. "Turns out, he wears a suit and tie and has neatly combed hair... He's nice. Polite." She stared at the man across from her, unflinching. "Are you referring to me, Ms. Nielsen?" he asked with a glint of amusement in his eyes. There was something too eager in the way he leaned forward, as if thrilled someone had finally glimpsed the cracks in his carefully polished mask. "What if I am?" she replied coolly, unaware of the storm she had just invited in. His smile widened; it was wicked, hungry, and delighted. "That's not a very nice thing to say," he said, chuckling. "I do have horns." He tapped his temple lightly, as if they were just beneath the surface, waiting. The game had begun, and he was already savoring every move. However, he was the last to realize-she'd played this game before. And she always won.

How can I let your voice slump into oblivion if it resembles the sound of the rustling leaves? This book is a reflection of my journey through the ebbs and flows of life-of repeatedly learning the essence of love, learning the pain of isolation, and finding myself again. Trigger Warning: This book contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including mental illness, trauma, grief, self-harm, and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised. #1 in poembook [7-31-25] #1 in poemcollection [7-30-25] #1 in poems [9-05-25] #1 in thoughts [8-25-25] #1 in poetrycollection [12-25-25] Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the photos used in this book. All images were sourced from Pinterest and belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. If any image belongs to you and you wish for it to be removed or properly credited, please contact me and I will take action immediately.

This space is for my poetry and heartfelt thoughts, where words meet feelings. I'll share verses and quotes that carry meaning, both light and heavy. Requests are welcome-your ideas inspire me. Also I use a lot of metaphors. Thank you for visiting, goodbye! ORIGINAL IN WATTPAD READING IN ANY OTHER SIDE IS PROHIBITED ~Me

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

𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕...𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔. ┊┊┊ ♡┊┊┊ ┊♡┊ ₊ ⊹♡︎ ♡₊ ⊹ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; ♡ 𝑠𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 !! ♡ ♡ 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑚 !! ♡ ♡ 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 !! ♡ ♡ 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 !! ♡ ♡ 𝑠𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑧𝑜𝑝𝘩𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑖𝑎!! ♡ ♡ 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑡𝘩 !! ♡ {⚠️} 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬. 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝-𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. start; 21.03.2025 end; ???

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The moment when the humor runs out and you realize you're not just 'traveling' anymore. To anyone who has ever sat by a 'destiny' and watched the 'fate' in the room. This one is for you. Life is cruel. Sleep well, everyone.

Poems are fragments of the way we see this world. I hope you enjoy mine!

Just some poems

A book of prose poems that use metaphors and short stories to explore concepts and feelings like fault, guilt, happiness, achievement, psychopathy, narcissist, relationships, friendship,certian things about certain countries and more. This project is meant to be engaging, so if you'd like a concept or feeling of your own explained in a poem, let me know in the comments. Your support and feedback will help keep it going. Thank you!

A veteran pilot dies, misses his exit to heaven, and takes a wrong turn into an off-world adventure.

Fresh, confessional, and thoughtful poems. 《{We all want something new But only if that new something turns out better Than what we know now.}》 Please feel free to interact with me --- poets have to stick together.

Poetry allows you to discover, And gives you the gift to recover, Giving you the wheel and compass, To venture through the bypass

Some poems I wrote

The ramblings of a woman who spent too much time in confession and too little time trying to figure out what exactly she was apologizing for.

A poetry collection written by unseen hands, a broken heart, and an existential mind.

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