Metaphoric Stories

"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.

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

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With words that flow like ink on a page, these verses explore the weight of memory, the ache of change, and the beauty found in both solitude and connection. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Top Ranks- #3 metaphor (29/04/2025) #4 thought-provoking (27/04/2025) #7 symbolism (24/04/2025) #9 poetry (19/04/2025) 🌟

- completed {Wattpad's featured poetry} ❝ 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 ❞ ̶̶̶̶ ̶ «̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶　　　❥　　　 ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ • a collection of prose and poetry for all the broken souls out there • [HR- #18 in poetry] ────── ⊰ Started: 08/05/2018 Ended: 31/08/2022 © Desolate Nights by PoeticRin. All rights reserved.

"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.

Bakugo Katsuki can't get a good nights rest, and resorts to going to Todoroki's dorm to have him help. One week later, and the two keep getting chances to be alone together, which makes the both of them wonder, how do they really feel?

The book of collective poems and quotes. PART 1. My favorites, along with ones i resonate with and feel others may to....in some small way, i at least hope some of these resonates or helps you in some way. Apparently, there are a maz to chapters.... so there will be a sequel, though they both can be read as standalone. ** i don't own the images or quotes used**

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.

I write the words Scared enough to be said Failed enough to be heard And Hated enough to be ash

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

My brain put into words.

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.

i give too much meaning to things

For the Love of Writing. I Believe that Every single one of us should always keep doing what we Love no matter what. And this Book is my way of Expressing the Art of Writing that I Love.

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.~

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

(Short story) He is slender and wiry, looking larger than he is due to layers of mismatched clothing. He moves with a shambling grace-clumsy to the eye, but he never actually falls. His face is hard to read; sometimes youthful and wide-eyed, other times etched with ancient exhaustion. He carries a single, worn sack-the Bindle-slung over a shoulder. It looks empty, yet he pulls infinite things from it. He is a walking twilight. This is the story of a nameless Fool.

Just a bunch of poetry that I have been writing for a little while. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL ANY OF THIS IT IS NOT YOURS I WROTE IT. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO USE SOME OF MY CONTENT PLEASE ASK PERMISSION.

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.~