Metaphorically Stories

"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. . 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.

short and feelings

Welcome to SHE BLED: JUST FOR BEING This is not a love story. This is a wound - a confession carved from truth, the kind people fear to speak but cannot stop feeling. I am their mirror. A puppet to my emotions, I dance to the pull of survival. Every page bleeds something different - pain, defiance, lessons learned in fire. There is no single plot here, only fragments of life. Each chapter stands alone, yet they all carry the same heartbeat: She bled. Just for being. She Bled for sad souls. This is a hub full of tears, aching, pain, longing, obsession, strength, questions and many more. Ranked #1 at Dark Poetry on 27th August Ranked #1 at Monologue on 28th September Ranked #1 at RealTalk on 15th October Ranked #1 at Dark Poetry on 28th October Ranked #1 at Metaphor on 9th November Ranked #1 at Darkthoughts on 9th November Ranked #4 at Poem on 9th November Ranked #4 at Poetrycollection on 9th November #3 at Poetrycontest on 9th November #4 at Deepthoughts on 9th November #6 at Relatable on 9th November #3 at Empowerment on 9th November #2 at therapeutic on 9th November #5 at Womanpower on 9th November #12 at Thewattys on 9th November #1 at Poetrycontest on 19th Nov #1 at Therapeutic on 20th Nov #3 at Relatable on 11th Dec #1 at Deepthoughts on 17th Dec

A compilation of some of some of the writing I do. Please feel free to check it out and give feedback. (Do read Rosa Juliet, it's my favourite piece)

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

Where the flower blooms, the butterfly follows. She blooms quietly, like a flower waiting for sunlight. He drifts through life like a butterfly-drawn to beauty, terrified to land. When their paths cross, something shifts: her kindness becomes pollen he can't help but carry, and his silence becomes the wind that stirs her petals. But even the softest connection can change everything.

A collection of poems about everything and nothing:)

I wrote this after reflecting on how silence can become a survival skill. "The Knot Beneath My Ribs" explores childhood, family, grief, and the ways we search for belonging in places that sometimes hurt us even more

I was hungry so I thought of something sweet and to eat that was easier than stealing candy from a baby. Hopefully you can read both versions.

Just some words

A poem written some time ago.

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) 🌟

you know the drill by now. just a melancholy poet with half-rate thoughts, writing on a whim

What if all you believed about love wasn't a lie? What if true love really does exist? What if love is not the perfect idea we dream of? Love is a mystery, who knows where it comes from. Hope is my love and this is all my thoughts, my deepest emotions, my journey to find him. This is my love story.

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 ‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️⚠️‼️

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 'Our love is our greatest weakness'

Here's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^

A chaotic collection of the things one shouldn't do to help themselves, or is it?

Poem

A crane landed softly on a rocky ledge, then sat quietly, keeping company with the sea that seemed alone but was never truly lonely. The crane said nothing much. It simply watched the sea with its calm waves, quietly admiring it. The sea was so beautiful, though often misunderstood. Elsewhere, the earth awaited the rain, a stalk of roses bloomed deep within the forest, an old house with memories, and the moon's feelings for the sun. These stories are told by the universe. But this is not about them. This is about us. About you and me.