Poetic 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.

" ඔයා මං වෙනුවෙන් බලන් හිටියද ? " " නෑ, මං ඔයා දිහා බලන් හිටියා " " මොකද්ද වෙනස ? " " ඔයා වෙනුවෙන් බලන් ඉන්නවා කියන්නේ දවසක අයිති කරගන්න බලාපොරොත්තු තියාගෙන බලන් ඉන්න එකට, හැබැයි මං ඔයා දිහා බලන් හිටියේ කවදාවත්ම අයිතිකරගන්න බලාගෙන නෙමේ... " - ඔයා මගෙ බලාපොරොත්තු නැති බලාහිඳීම ශෙවී !!! - 🌊🥀 " තාම ඔබ ගැන ලියනවා, නොකියවන බව දන්නවා "

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.

In every cup, there' s a story you've never heard before

Love changes people. Akira Koji doesn't believe that. A cynical philosophy professor haunted by his past, Akira spends his nights smoking by a quiet riverside-until he meets Sakura Ai, a woman desperately waiting for a man who will never love her back. As their friendship deepens, Sakura begins questioning the life she built around a one-sided love, while Akira finds himself dragged back into memories of the woman who shattered his heart years ago. Caught between the ghosts of the past and the possibility of moving forward, both must face a painful truth: Sometimes love doesn't save us. Sometimes it only reveals the parts of ourselves that were already broken. A haunting philosophical romance about heartbreak, loneliness, and the courage to choose yourself.

"The knight gave them everything; they gave him a reason to become something else. They buried the hero inside of him too deep that even himself couldn't find it anymore."

Dear Life (we need to talk) is a collection of thoughts, memories, people, awkward conversations, late-night overthinking, and the strange loneliness of growing up. Some chapters are messy. Some are sarcastic. Some feel like diary entries written at 2 A.M. And maybe somewhere between these pages, you'll find pieces of yourself too.

Tides of the Soul is a poetic, reflective novel about healing, self-discovery, and learning to let go of what no longer serves us. Just like the tides that carry away the old to bring in the new. Life moves like the ocean, always shifting, always changing. We hold on to pain like stones in our pockets, weigh ourselves down with the ghosts of what could have been, and let the past pull us under like an unforgiving current. But what if we chose to surrender? What if we let the waves cleanse us, let the tide carry away our burdens, and trusted that what is meant for us will always return? Through lyrical prose and deep introspection, Tides of the Soul takes you on a journey of release, acceptance, and renewal. A story of breaking free from the weight of yesterday and learning to embrace the ebb and flow of life. Like the ocean, we are meant to move, to change, to let go. And maybe, just maybe, we are meant to be free.

Geo is afraid of forgetting. Makani is waiting for something she doesn't understand. Along the shore where the sea meets the sky, an unexpected friendship takes root. Through quiet conversations and shared moments, the two find themselves searching for answers to questions neither of them can quite put into words. But some things are not meant to be held onto forever-and some are never truly lost. A story of grief, memory, and the things the wind carries with it.

See now the guy; or, a monument to nations that forgot how to bleed. Year Unspecified, America. Power fails across the Eastern Interconnection and two centuries come undone. Daniel Rook believes the disruption temporary: another crisis destined to be forgotten beneath the weight of the next. Then his house is destroyed and the world he knew vanishes with it. Through burning towns, empty interstates, refugee camps, and fields blackened by war, he follows a monstrous figure who speaks of revolution as necessity, violence as destiny, and history as an endless procession of blood. To some, Knight is merely a soldier. To others, a philosopher. To Daniel, he is the herald of something far older than politics. Traversing a nation in collapse, from the shattered suburbs of the East to the corridors of power themselves, Mercy Unmaking is a darkly satirical and deeply philosophical novel of war and memory, human cruelty and resilience, and a question of whether the American Dream is a triumph over our nature- or merely its briefest disguise.

It started with a conversation on a school bus. It turned into something she couldn't name. And before she knew it, he became the one person she couldn't go a day without. But love, at the wrong time, has a way of breaking you. Years later, in a different country, with a different life and unfamiliar choices- she finds herself standing between who she was and who she has become. And the question she once avoided now feels impossible to ignore: "Is first love meant to last... or just to change you?"

The Moon Goddess, Luna, rules the night from a throne no one could reach, and no one could truly see. She has everything a god could possess, power, beauty, luxury, and wisdom-except one thing she was never meant to want: a life of her own. Every step she takes away from divinity pulls her deeper into consequences the gods will not forgive. For once a god learns to feel like a human, even the heavens may no longer be able to bring her back. "Is it wrong... for a being to want something she was never meant to want?" She lowered her gaze toward the world beneath her, where mortals suffered, laughed, and chose-even when it hurt. "I was given everything," "And yet... I envy those who have less, because they have something I do not." Freedom.

The world runs on a lie of stability. For generations, the Guardians have scrubbed the records, smoothed the contradictions, and redirected the curious to ensure humanity never looks down. They believe that as long as the system remains internally consistent, the truth doesn't matter. But a single discrepancy has slipped through their filters-a thought that refuses to resolve, a pattern that matches the dying of the stars. As the pressure beneath reality begins to resonate with the cooling heavens, the boundary between containment and contact is thinning. The truth isn't coming for the world; it has always been here, waiting for someone to finally notice.

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

He stepped inside, his movements calm, controlled, too calm. And without a second thought, I hurled the vase at him. A hollow crash followed as it missed its target, shattering against the door behind him. "Really, Daniya?" He drawled, unfastening his wristwatch with deliberate ease. "Two hours into our wedding, and you're already attacking me?" He stood in a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, looking infuriatingly at ease. "I should be attacking you with a knife!" My voice was sharp enough to slice through glass. "Tumhe kya lagta hai? Main tumhe accept kar lungi?" He needed to see the destruction I had left behind-the torn flowers, the dismantled decorations. But he ignored it, as if my fury was insignificant. And that made my anger burn hotter.

𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚢❤️ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐... ~ the art of romanticizing life, melancholy and to put it simple: deep thoughts ~ ...𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. Over quite some time I gathered a little collection of different pieces of poetry which are all very personal to me, but which I would also love to share with the world. As an outlet for my thoughts ~ Each part will also feature a picture of the original piece I once wrote into my little book. My friends say my handwriting's pretty, I hope they're right. - no kidding ; ) really, I would appreciate it, if u took a look inside. <3 ongoing ~ more chapters every week xo, S🌹❤️ started 12/04/2023

To the world, I am a familiar routine-a predictable smile, a quiet presence, a face moving seamlessly through the crowd. They see the surface and assume the water is still. But they don't see the midnight glow of a screen casting shadows against my wall, or the heavy architecture of thoughts I hide behind a breathless, "I'm okay." No one sees the war fought in the quietest moments, where the mind refuses to rest. This isn't a story of a flawless life or a perfect protagonist. It is a mosaic of overthinking and loneliness, of crushing pressure and desperate comfort. It is the chaotic, beautiful blueprint of dreams, and the ache of growing up while trying to piece together who I am. Perhaps my story isn't rare. Perhaps I am just another fragile soul trying to navigate the eclipse of my own mind. But beneath every quiet exterior lies an ocean. And there is always, always more to us than the world cares to see.

Just random quotes I find or make up.

This is a poem collection for the character known as "THE DARK ONE" who write descriptive and captivating poems about the world he assumes he is trapped in. With Darkness, angels, and death all around him, struggles through his words as he try's to find light in them.

This is the story of Aven, a 16 year old(or is he?) as he travels across the lands and meets a girl in his adventures to destroy the ruler's throne once and for all . Unfortunately the ruler isn't their only enemy