Poesy Stories

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.

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

Only to realise you don't want it anymore... A planned collection of poems that touches on supernatural themes, but also can serve as a metaphor.

A collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠

(poems)

Al narciso più bello che ci sia. All'uomo più esteta che abbia mai conosciuto,che ha creato il suo impero...che si assolto nella sua arte

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Being haunted by a dream for years makes Yufiena in deep trepidation. She must find a way to escape and cease it from coming every night before her sanity drop out of sight. But how can she break free from this nightmare? Is the man of her dreams willing to help her out?

Petit recueil d'écrits vite-fait pour m'alléger. Je sais pas si je vais beaucoup poster mais voilà parfois j'ai des élans écrivains/poètes... I hope you gonna like it c:

The internal dialogues with myself, in the form of poetry ● ALL THE WORK POSTED HERE IS WRITTEN BY/BELONGS TO OWNER OF THIS ACCOUNT OTHERWISE STATED SO DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE WITHOUT PERMISSION IF DONE STRICT ACTION WILL BE TAKEN ●

just words no one needs but which are existing and totally beautiful

pausing us

A compilation of the poetry I've created in life. some are short and quirky; maybe even satire. While others; hefty, speculative and life lessoning. I often use extended metaphors and symbolism. my little fun hobby. ///btw the cover is some random pic from my computer. I'm not bothered creating a cover lol.

And you what will your voice be made of? -Naelle-

a song :)

ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴍᴀssᴇᴅ ᴛɪʟʟ ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ ɪs ʙᴏʀɴ. - 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴.

This book is just a place for me to put out my feelings in the form of quotes. So if you're reading this, alo! I hope you enjoy your stay c:

po·​e·​sy \ ˈpō-ə-zē , -sē \ 《A poem or body of poems》 •All the poems here are written by me 『Dedicated to the someone who broke my heart』 (There are a few mentions of self harm & suicide that might trigger some readers)

"I will be inside your heart, Swanpaw." Tigercoat said between weak, quiet groans, as the white feline leaned on her cold, bloody shoulders. "How? I don't want you to die again, Tigercoat." He cried. "My heart. It is frozen." Swanstar is Brookclan's leader. Reading this Warrior Cats fanfiction you'll be able to walk along with Swanstar on his long, rough path, since he was a little, defenseless kitten to a brave, but harmful leader.

inking out the unspoken thoughts