Metaphores Stories

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.

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.

「 Can you teach me how to be happy? 」 Fujiwara Ao has been living the past nineteen years of his life in ease. Born with the ideal background and blessed with enough talent, that's what most of the people presume. In their eyes, he was simply nothing more but a rich, unsociable, and self-centered person. But what they don't know, however, is that the truth is farther than expected. In reality, Ao has been abandoned. Suffering from a personal tragedy that until now continues to haunt him, he was shunned by his family and left on his own. Ever since then, he learns to separate himself from others. As each day passes in a monotonous cycle, Ao finds no more warmth nor color to his world. Then one day, Hashimoto Rie enters his life. Stubborn, eccentric and enigmatic, Rie ends up pulling Ao to her side and urges him to see through an invisible kaleidoscope that alters his perception of the world entirely. And like that, everything has changed. But change... doesn't necessarily mean that it's always for the best. Or...? - - - - - • cell phone novel • #26 in general fiction ; #13 in short story • completed ; edited

Poems I've written in the middle of the day.

A world filled with many people, and some of them have wonderful powers, ranging from being able to fly to seeing through Wood, those people are called "Hollenians". And the "God" of this world, Follen, seems to be interested in it's creation, and to be able to affect it, he decided to create followers... "Immortals" is what they are called, on account of not exactly dying from old age, and being unable to die from weapons, well, at least on paper. Eventually one of the leaders saw what God was planning, and realized that his position might get compromised, in turn he started a project to create an artificial immortal, unfortunately it went wrong and led to the wrong person gaining that sort of Immortality. Gonoriq, was the one, he gained his powers, but they were not a blessing as one might think...

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 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.

Part 1: Chapter 1 to Chapter 7 Part 2: Chapter 8 to Chapter 17 Part 3: Chapter 18 to Epilogue A story about a female suffering from reoccurring 2nd class apoplectic stroke, and a very kind soul whom she identifies as her guardian angel. This condition's symptoms causes individuals to be on the verge of unconsciousness when experiencing the stroke. Sometimes the symptoms lead to fatal consequence. This is why the female of this story associates the male character with divinity. But because her feelings towards him are not religiously or spiritually inclined, she does not use any terms that confound these.

They say, 'Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.' I never truly grasped the depth of this truth until I drew near and looked; it wasn't the face I knew that stared back, but my raging volcano-the one I thought my silence had finally extinguished. Behind every Sukat, lies a story that refuses to die out, and within that mirror... the confrontation begins. "This is a translation of my original Arabic novel, capturing the soul of a journey that transcends languages." Note: I am also the author of this story on Royal Road.

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.

A needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its lively origin. To know how it started, flip the pages of this heart and explore the scattered bony poems standing before you. "When the earth shows you some ashes, then will you cry like all heavenly stars are giving you strong lashes" Quote by £lfriede West Wood. Ranking 1#poetry collection(22/09/2022) 1#_Rhyme(22/06/22) #1_literary devices(23/09/21) #1_Dead heart(23/09/21) #1_Personification(26/09/21) #5_Metaphor(26/09/21) #3_ Poembook (25/02/2022) #5_Poetry collection(22/06/22) (27/09/2021 #5_Poetic (20/2/2022) #20_Poetry(25/02/2022)

Not a story. Not a beginning or an ending. Just fragments. Of conversations, of thoughts, of things that were felt but never fully said. You're not meant to understand everything. Only to recognize something. Something that was already there, before you knew how to name it.

~ Words leak through minds, like too much ink does to paper. They spread silently like diseases and blossom like the non-existent amaranthine in spring. ~ (COVER NOT MINE) (All rights reserved) (A collection of rhyming poems. Part 2 out now) (Highest ranking = 99 in poetry)

"Two souls, two oceans, yet a single fire burning through the silence." In an uncharted intersection of time, an impossible encounter unfolds. She is a sea of storms veiled in ash; I am a serene current adorned with light. Yet, at the darkest heart of the ocean, we chose to embark on a voyage together. Until We Meet Again in the South is a journey of a love that does not demand possession, a parting that brings wisdom, and a silent vow that transcends the horizon. When the compass points to diverging paths and our shared voyage must end, will the remnants of our stories be enough to sustain the journey home? Discover a tale of the courage to let go, the strength found in the shadows, and the hope that drifts upon the Southern winds. Because sometimes, a farewell is just the universe's way of preparing for a more eternal reunion-or perhaps, it is simply another way to learn how to love in the midst of absence?

Words are the most interesting things, it goes deeper into your soul like nothing else. Sometimes the words write themselves... First published Oct 13, 2020

Lappel du vide, lterally "the call of the void", is a French phrase used to refer to intellectual thoughts, or the urge to engage in destructive behaviours during everyday life.('' Examples include thinking about swerving in to the opposite lane while driving, or feeling the urge to jump off a cliff edge while standing on it. ‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️ Themes of depression Themes of trauma and PTSD Themes of abuse Hallucinations and/or fictional characters ‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️

A poem describing Aura Of a Person

My pen, you confuse me.

***still in progress*** Poetry, somewhat emotional.

the kind of love you deserve, but never actually manage to get.