Metaphorical Stories

"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.

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. 🩷

The weak fear the break. The survivors want the anatomy. _________ A ten-step mapping of internal collapse. It traces the precise geometry of a self-destruction-from the first snapped choice to the blackened imprint left behind. This is what remains when the ego finally consumes itself. #darkpoetry

𝘖𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘈𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘴𝘦 is a collection of beat-inspired and free verse poems written by me.

The author's personal space...

Just a simple depiction of my past

|Caffeinated Daydreams| [Now available worldwide in different platforms.] Made these endless prose and poetry on rainy days with a cup of coffee while listening to beautiful sonatas. This title is now printed and published but the inside pages are somehow not entirely being posted here so I hope you guys can get your own paperback/hardcover/ebook copy soon. Also, some of the pieces that are published in here are printed in my debut book Chasing Dandelions. ❤ ❤ ❤ I hope you guys would enjoy reading it too. And if you do, have some time to comment or vote. :* Love and Light, Bella Coronel ©All rights reserved

When Chief Bogo, the Mayor, and other powerful figures suddenly fall ill, the city's balance shifts overnight. A provisional captain takes control of the ZPD, and a new mayor resurrects a buried chapter of Zootopia's history: a past epidemic blamed on birds, followed by their forced exile under a fragile agreement. As fear spreads and old prejudices resurface, Judy and Nick suspect the illness isn't an accident. Against orders and under the radar, they pursue a lead only Nick can access: someone with ties to the birds. What begins as a quiet investigation turns into a storm of power, lies, and a past determined to repeat itself.

"𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓼, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓱..." these are the feelings I carried with me, thoughts I held back, scars I hid, and all the words I kept; my friend and my foe. Warning: some may be triggering, dismal and dark. (Dark to light poems) A C H I E V E M E N T S : » 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝟔𝟒 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝟑𝟏𝟔𝑲 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 « [#3 in writings on 20/04/23] S T A T U S {updating weekly} EDITING IN PROGRESS

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; ???

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

In this visceral, first‑person tale, the narrator finds themselves in a world being slowly consumed by an insidious rot. Everything it touches sickens and crumbles, and no explanation is given for its origin. Amid this creeping decay, a mysterious woman arrives, determined to confront the spreading blight and push back the darkness. Their journey together is both harrowing and strangely beautiful, filled with haunting imagery and unexpected moments of tenderness. The narrative explores despair and resilience while hinting at deeper emotional undercurrents, leaving the true meaning of the rot-and what drives the woman to fight it-unrevealed until the story's final pages.

PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS this poetry collection includes themes and descriptions of: sexual violence/assault/harassment PTSD hallucinations depression anxiety self harm disordered eating in my experience feeling seen through works of writing has helped me, and i want to offer that path to others. but most importantly, PLEASE prioritize your healing journey and mental health over reading this work. any support appreciated. thank you! authors notes: thank you for 6k reads! 1/19/25 highest ranks: #1 in prose 5/24/22 #1 in prose poetry 6/13/24 #2 in symbolism 5/21/22 #2 in metaphor 6/16/24 #3 in poetry 6/3/24 #3 in panic disorder 6/13/24 #5 in poem books 5/20/22

┊┊┊ ♡┊┊┊ ┊♡┊ ₊ ⊹♡︎ ♡₊ ⊹ 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. ^᪲᪲᪲ ୧⋆｡🦋✧୨ৎ 𝑻𝑾!

Highest rank 7 in POETRY on 9/12/2016 "Poetry Is the art of putting your mind on to the paper " This whole collection is the consequence of imagination turned into words . It contains love poems , some of them being cheerful , while some of them being the sad ones . Suggestions for new topics will be surely accepted in comments / message . --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Anyone who tries to copy my lines of ideas , will be inviting legal action.

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

Dear Reader, I'm usually inspired to write poetry when I'm in some of the darkest of places, but he thematic elements of the poems may vary. You might find that some works are pessimistic, while others carry a hopeful undertone. However you decide to interpret my figurative language, I want you to take away from it something hopeful. Sometimes things suck, sometimes they don't. Sometimes we're happy, sometimes we're not. Sometimes we just need to stick along for the ride and see where it leads us. The ride is worth it. Stay Awesome, Spade

A compilation of some of some of the writing (prose, poetry etc.) I do as a person who just feels everything and has a very wide imagination. I hope this inspires you and makes you feel and see things as much as I do :)

Short poems

A series of poems describing the aspects of a life lived. A walk in the wilderness with a shovel can reveal some amazing truths about who you are.