Metaphorical storie

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱𝟑 ] 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.

"You don't build a future in a town you're passing through, Harry," she replied, her voice barely steady. "I'm not passing through." "You always are." Harry Styles was a man defined by the exit sign. Between the sold-out stadiums, the hazy recording studios, and a life lived through a tour bus window and private jet, he was a ghost in motion. He was the man who left; she was the one who stayed behind, rooted in the hills of Arezzo like the perennials in her garden, blooming in a cycle he never stayed long enough to see. Now he's here, claiming he's done running. But in a town built on centuries of history, can the world's biggest star finally learn how to grow roots? Or is Arezzo just another stop on a map he's already folded?

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

i give too much meaning to things

A story that centers around a toyger who was born in a circus then left for a greater purpose with genuine connections in life.

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

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?

yeah, so i write poems at times :P Started: 08.03.2025 Updated: 23.02.2026 Most Impressive Ranks: #4 in poetry, #6 in thoughtsandfeelings

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

The glimpses of someone's mind are like shards in a kaleidoscope -diverse and always changing. poetry collection

In the end of the world, some monsters laugh. God's Error is a brutal, psychological post-apocalyptic story about survival, love under pressure, and what remains human when mercy stops working.

This story portrays a world built upon the irony of power and the manipulation of hope. Through the figure of The Fool, the voice of the oppressed emerges to question how religion, morality, and social rules are used as instruments to control humanity. He speaks before The Butcher, a symbol of authority that refuses to listen to the truth and would rather end the conversation than lose control. In the opening section, the text dissects class divisions-from the upper class to the "class of hope"-and reveals how hope itself turns into chains that keep people obedient. Entering the middle part, the narrative shifts to the image of a utopian world that appears peaceful yet hollow. Society lives with artificial smiles, uniform thoughts, and manufactured happiness. The character referred to as "you" is invited into this space, urged to question whether such a utopia is real or merely an illusion designed to lull consciousness to sleep. Life revolves like the same wheel: working, resting, growing old without meaning, until someone is finally "awakened" from that collective dream. The final section ties all themes together through the metaphor of gambling and cards. Life is depicted as a game whose outcome has been arranged by invisible hands; people feel they are choosing, while in fact they are only following rules they never wrote. The story closes with an invitation to remember, to interpret, and to seek one's own meaning-as if challenging the reader not to remain merely a spectator within a system that devours freedom of thought. Note : Think of this story as a concept album from pink floyd ( Azriel Bagas )

This is considered as an Allegory, Fable, and Literary Fiction with a touch of Freestyle and Narrative/Lyrical Poetry. These chapters are my map of hidden feelings and thoughts, written in my own way. This may be, the last labyrinth of my thoughts.. The Book cover is not mine, CTTO in Pinterest: Jinanajjur

&& roses are dead tears were shed ink hasn't spread word left unsaid i'll end up bleeding due to the lamented voices inside my head

When a town begins to fracture without warning, the ground beneath the ordinary starts to thin. Told through poetry, this is a journey of collapse, wilderness, and quiet becoming - tracing the path from smoke and narrow walls to river, mountain, and a slowly built heaven.

(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.

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For the readers who love variety, emotion, and stories that speak in different voices. This multi-genre collection is filled with raw feelings, unexpected turns, quiet moments, and loud ones too. Every chapter opens the door to something new-a different tone, a different conflict, a different heartbeat. From romance to mystery, from drama to the supernatural, each story offers its own unique spark. Perfect for late-night readers who crave depth, surprise, and a fresh experience every time they turn the page.

Most of these poems have not been specifically edited, they're literally what I write on a whim. I hope you like them and I'd love it if you left feedback :)

everything here means something... these lines can be picked apart endlessly