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"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.

Greenhouse Notes: Kinda crazy, but full of wonder Greenhouse Notes is not a book about having all the answers. It is a record of what happens when you stop demanding them. It began with simple questions-why, where, when, and how-and somehow those questions kept growing. Into gardens. Kitchens. Forests. Relationships. Grief. Joy. Work. Identity. The strange little moments that seem insignificant until you look at them long enough and realize they were telling you something. This is a collection of essays about learning to see. Not just what is happening, but what might be happening underneath it. Not just what something means, but what else it could mean. Not just the feeling itself, but what the feeling is trying to reveal before we rush to explain it away. Like a greenhouse, these pages hold a little bit of everything: things being cultivated, things being neglected, things outgrowing their containers, things that refuse to bloom on schedule, and things that somehow survive despite us. There are no neat formulas here. No five-step systems for becoming your best self. No promise that if you simply understand enough, life will finally make sense. There is only the invitation to look closer. Because sometimes the most ordinary thing becomes strange when you really notice it. A seed can make you think about patience. A meal can make you think about memory. A relationship can reveal the parts of yourself you hadn't met yet. A forest can make you reconsider what you thought you knew about being alive. And sometimes a question doesn't lead to an answer at all. Sometimes it leads to another question. And another. Sometimes they chain and create their own multiverse. And, somehow, that turns out to be the point. This is not certainty. It is curiosity in motion. A little chaotic. A little tender. Occasionally ridiculous. And, hopefully, full of wonder.

A book of various genres of poetry covering mental health, heart break, friendships, parents, divorced parents, eldest daughter/child, school pressure, high school, love, being a teenager and did I say mental health? Relatable for any teen or even adult, who feels like at school they can't survive nor breathe. This is for those, kids like me, who want to fit in, and to be let be. This is for you, Dear reader, So I hope you enjoy, This interpleader. My poems aim to be relatable so you can recognize yourself in the pages.

{🏆🥈Versification 2026 Grand Daily Prompt Runner Up} Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten. This collection contains poems written for Versification by Wattpad Poetry Ambassadors profile @Poetry. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to @moonlightxmysteries on Wattpad. Thank you. ✎﹏﹏﹏﹏

A boy with nothing but strength in his hands, calmness and direction guiding where he stands. He moves through the world of heroes, unshaken and free, an unstoppable kinetic push for all to see. He is Isamu Kita-unbreakable, plain, and tall. Nothing else but bare force. That is all.

You only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open your eyes, your mind, your heart to the landscape known as Emotion. *** (30/6/22) Maturity is when you look back at your creation with, not disgust, but pride. You marvel at your growth, rather than shame yourself for the lack of knowledge in the past. Amongst the embarrassment, commend your budding talent, and strive to make better for yourself. 2020 anthology. 2nd place in The Bridge Society Poetry Awards. Beautiful cover by @Lane2London.

Title inspired by Andre Breton's famous line, "Beauty will be convulsive, or will not be at all". Another collection of awful poetry from my teenage years.

Melodies of the Heart began as one woman's way of processing life and became a voice for anyone who's ever felt too much or not enough. Through poems on love, loss, healing, and hope, this collection captures the feelings we often can't put into words. Each page invites you to slow down, feel deeply, and remember: you're not alone. Raw. Honest. Soulful. Melodies of the Heart is more than poetry; it mirrors your journey.

"𝗧𝗼 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗔𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻" follows the same girl now mistaken for a flame; admired for how brightly she burns, never asked what it costs her to keep burning. The town clapped for her glow and called it strength, never noticing the ember dimming beneath their applause. The second act of "𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 - 𝗩𝗼𝗹. 𝟭: 𝗔𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘆 𝗜𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀", this poem turns admiration into its own quiet danger, showing how easily it is for one to mistake administration for care. Written in support of the advocacy "𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹," this piece asks its readers to look closer upon the ember, not just applaud its glow. "𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿." - 𝓣. 𝓜. 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽

You asked for it.

මුළු ලෝකයාම ඔබව නිර්දෝෂී යැයි පවසද්දී, ඔබේම හෘද සාක්ෂිය ඔබව මරා දමන්නට හදනවා නම්... ඔබ සැඟවෙන්නේ කොහේද?" ජූලියන් යනු සැමටම ආදර්ශමත්, සාර්ථකත්වයේ මුදුනේම සිටින මිනිසෙකි. බාහිර සමාජයට ඔහුගේ ජීවිතය ආලෝකමත් පළිඟු මන්දිරයක් සේ පෙනුණද, එහි මුළු අත්තිවාරමම ගොඩනැඟී තිබුණේ අතීතයේ ඔහු පැවසූ, කිසිවෙකුට නොපෙනෙන එකම එක බිහිසුණු බොරුවක් මතය. තමා විසින්ම සාදාගත් අඳුරු මානසික කුළුණක නිහඬ සිරකරුවෙකු වන ජූලියන්, වරදකාරිත්වයේ සහ පසුතැවීමේ කටු කම්බිවලින් දිනෙන් දින බැටකයි. ඔහුට අන් අයගේ සමාව අවශ්‍ය නැත; මන්ද, පිටස්තරයෙකු දෙන සමාවකට තමා තුළ ඇවිළෙන මේ අභ්‍යන්තර ලැව්ගින්න නිවා දැමිය නොහැකි බව ඔහු දනී. බොරුව තවමත් අතීතයේ ලියැවී තිබේ; එය කිසිදාක මැකිය නොහැක. නමුත් එහි බියකරු සෙවනැල්ලෙන් මිදී ආත්මයේ නිදහස සොයා යා හැකිද?

"𝗧𝗼 𝗕𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗔𝗺𝗶𝗱𝘀𝘁 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴'𝘀 𝗗𝗲𝘄" follows a girl the town only ever learned as a bloom; bright, sweet, and never once asked what grew beneath her. Spring gave her a smile the world mistook for proof of wellness, and no one thought to kneel down and check the root. The opening act of "𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 - 𝗩𝗼𝗹. 𝟭: 𝗔𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘆 𝗜𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀", this piece is a quiet reminder that a smile is not a diagnosis of wellness, nor a frown one of illness. Written in support of "𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹", this poem asks its readers to avoid mistaking appearance for evidence, and to look past the bloom before it learns to hide too well. "𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿." - 𝓣. 𝓜. 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽

My own poetry collection about everything and nothing at the same time.

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.

"𝗧𝗼 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗔𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁 𝗔𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗺𝗻'𝘀 𝗚𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗺" follows the same girl, now given a different name; not daughter, not dreamer, only a diagnosis. The town that once praised her bloom now keeps its distance from her fall. The third act of "𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 - 𝗩𝗼𝗹. 𝟭: 𝗔𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗴𝘆 𝗜𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗦𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀", this piece addresses the idea on how quickly a label can become the only thing anyone remembers to call a person. Written in support of "𝗕𝗲𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗮𝗯𝗲𝗹, this poem asks its readers to remember the whole tree before they name the fallen leaf. "𝗦𝗲𝗲 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿." - 𝓣. 𝓜. 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓽

Made to meet, not to everlast. Until the dying days, we'll place this special encounter in our hearts. Interlocked, forever. 𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓲

Dear Readers, Myself a silent Reader turned an Author, taking the courage to write her thoughts and share her idea of life A little corner where my unspoken thoughts find words. Fragments of love, loneliness, dreams, regrets, growing up, and everything in between. Not every thought needs an answer-some just need a place to exist. These are not stories. They are pieces of me, written between the lines. Coming up with the thoughts living in my minds in the form of writing to express the different aspects of life .... #life#thoughts#selflove#freedom#happiness#comparision#lettertomyself#nature#stories#theories#aspectsoflife

Just a place for my thoughts and deep metaphors that I think of at 1am :)

[Featured on @WattpadPoetry on 21st May 2022] "My skin bleeds blood, but my heart bleeds words." - Vaishnavi. I write when I am alone and find it hard to deal with my emotions, whenever I feel trapped in the eye of an impetuous storm, and whenever I feel overwhelmed by reality. Writing poems for me is an escape from all sorts of feelings that I feel too inundated by. Some of these poems were written in the darkest moments of my life. They became my light. I hope you feel the same way when you read them. * * * * * * * * * * Started: 6th April 2022 Finished: * * * * * * * * * *

Theri and Mofa were two very different souls who somehow became inseparable. One carried venom. The other carried quills. They promised never to hurt each other. But sometimes, even the purest friendships can be hurt by silence, misunderstandings, and words left unspoken. This is the innocent story of Theri and Mofa - a story about friendship, pain, mistakes, and a hope that refuses to disappear.