histórias de Metaphoric

"That's why you run away?" Harry gave a short laugh, though it didn't reach his eyes. His life had always been defined by leaving. Tours, studios, schedules that tore him from places before he could root himself. "I'm not running. I'm just... taking a day off. Trying to enjoy life." "You just rephrased it in a prettier way." His smile faltered, the defensive mask slipping just enough for her to see the exhaustion underneath. "Is it that obvious?" "For some people," she replied. "Most only see the surface. But some notice the weight behind it." . 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.

Poems written for myself, about others, or from moments that made me feel something. I'm new to poetry and still trying to be better, I just hope these poems reach someone who needs them. 🩷

-Trepidation noun a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen- Various poems that reflect my life and some others that don't, hope you enjoy!! ❤︎︎

We search the sky for stars, often ignoring the luminous fragments that walk beside us or remain in our hearts.

A dreamlike allegory about longing, belonging, and the quiet work of learning how to stay with yourself.

What is a writer if not a slave What is a soul without a mask What might a person be without a lie And what might you be if not your own We watch in fear as we are written in tails Watching the horrors we go through You wake up one day and you will feel numb As if your soul has left you barren My name is miles, and I am 1 of 8 billion There are only so many writers And yet I chose to be Trial and Error, we all find our way at some point

These are metaphorical poems I wrote in my diary and just thought I should write em. More info in story! Im also gonna add a cover later I swear. And yes my writing skills are peak

This is simply a pile of short simple poems about various subjects

My collection of short stories and poems^o^ enjoyy

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.

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.

"Stupid Samuel and Other Stories" is a literary collection of stories, mostly satirical, commenting on social, political and other issues. This book also contains Interrogative pieces that explore the human condition, including but not limited to, debilitating phobias, alternative reality, and cultural beliefs. #1 in Literature stories (02.08.2026) ----- All rights reserved by @J. Lee Kennedy, except for images contained in this book. Copyright of images, including cover art, belong to their rightful owners, and are attributed accordingly, or used in accordance with the rules of Creative Commons licensing as "fair use." Altered, filtered, or edited images are copyrighted by the author in its final form

Sometimes my thoughts are violent, Sometimes they bring me to the light. Sometimes I sit in silence, Sometimes I'm running for my life. Just random thoughts that I write for motivating myself when I'm struggling from daily life problems and these are not just poems or songs but a little part of my life too. Hope you'll love these❤️.

He never asked to be saved. Yet they all tried. In the silence of temples and in the heat of forbidden touch, Chrollo walks the fragile line between god and man.

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.~

Just a simple depiction of my past

Ongoing thoughts this book is a collection of my emotions and an autobiography of my life from the most memorable years of my life. Important mention: I was 15 when majority of these were written, after going ghost for a couple months I decided to return at 16. Signed Pricilla rose amatory

THE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION: my eighth poetry album, telling stories of the nights i felt most alive and the nights i didn't. Euphoria ( /juːˈfɔːriə/ 1st February 2021. © 2021 Billy Waugh

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

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