Metaphors Stories

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] 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.

This space is for my poetry and heartfelt thoughts, where words meet feelings. I'll share verses and quotes that carry meaning, both light and heavy. Requests are welcome-your ideas inspire me. Also I use a lot of metaphors. Thank you for visiting, goodbye! ORIGINAL IN WATTPAD READING IN ANY OTHER SIDE IS PROHIBITED ~Me

There are certain places and certain things we don't just push to the back of our minds some memories come back they hunt us in every thing we do ...the quest is when you get tired of running and hiding from your own life where do you turn....."and unconsciously she muttered a word...."

TW: Suicide, Manipulation, Obssession I watch everyday, Everyday yes- As you walk with him. Your hands interlinked. You're so happy with him, It shatters my soul so much. Your beautiful smile- Which used to warm my heart so much? It hurts now.

"This Be The Mono-rhyme Verses"

Prologue

A collection of poetry and some snippets of metaphorical pieces that I write mostly about my life's problems and depression. I write about my experiences, how they make me feel inside, and sometimes what I do to cope. Possibly Poetry contains hopeful poems, love poems, and tragic poems, along with some random ones thrown in there. There are warnings before possibly triggering pieces, read at your own risk! [Cover by @rainbow_harpy on Twitter]

Characters in a story. Stories in a poem. Poems in a cup. Coffee cup of characters.

A mortal spends hours pouring over parchment by candlelight in rickety taverns across the land while his companions rest. While cheering from downstairs and snoring from beside him closes in on Arthur, he pens letters to his beloved patron. A shame he'll never receive them.

"Oh little siren, charmer of the seas with voices of elegance sailers, you please the scepter of beautiful songs you shall wield listening to your euphony my heart bleeds. Such is the carnage in your melody that even in death I shall whisper your lullaby..." "My beads of thought were scattered so I made a bouquet of rhymes smell the flowers and allow me to tell you tales older than time" -----Silver_Driftwood This book is the shore of my sea of drifting emotions and ideas and on its sand shining like silver strewn across my thoughts shall land. ***

Just a place where I can put my poetry. Some are long, some short- some essay style, all with the same amount of thought put into them. I hope you all enjoy!

this is book 2. book 1 is called "skinny dipping with words". a collection of poems from the heart. these poems were written in times of either strong emotion or immense boredom. a creative outlet full of revealing truths and mysteries of humanity. all of this to show how despite our differences, some feelings, no matter how personal to you, are universal and none of us are truly alone. disclaimer: does include some mature topics that may be triggering for some but none of it is graphic. (this may include mentions of sex, self harm, abusive relationships, death, gender dysphoria, and drugs)

This poem is a fun way to look at the world . It covers all versions and ways, all ages, but adults will find it more interesting. It will make you want to learn another language . Enjoy .

Some notes with personal commentaries.

Within a hidden, holy chamber, an ancient being known as the Emberborne rises bearing a silver fire meant to uplift, illuminate, and restore. Its light is a gift forged in knowledge, truth, and revelation, a flame capable of piercing any darkness. When the Emberborne unveils too much, too brightly, those who once gathered in reverence recoil in fear. The truth they begged for becomes a burden they refuse to bear. Condemned for the very light it offered, the Emberborne is cast out, its fire unwelcome, its purpose questioned. In a lyrical tale of myth, exile, and self-reclamation, The Emberborne follows a sacred flame that must decide whether to dim itself for the comfort of others or rise alone, fierce and uncompromising.

Poems written by me. They are also on my tumblr.

A collection of my writing more decadent than fan fiction.

A book flooded with ripples of poetry . Simple but nice and I hope you will like .

She's not your friendly neighborhood detective. Aksamala is an antihero with a talent for solving mysteries she already knows the answers to, just to toy with everyone involved - including you. From crime and psychological fiction to satire, sarcasm, and dark humor, this collection blends philosophy, paradox, and metaphor into cases where the truth is never what it seems.