Poeticwriting Stories

#1 in obsessiveromance #1 in gulzar #1 in geet #1 in poeticwriting #1 in loveandmadness This story is not perfect. It's personal. It's not just about love-it's about madness. About that one voice, one person, who becomes a part of your bloodstream without even knowing. I wrote this for the one who doesn't even know I exist. Talwiinder-your songs didn't just touch my soul. They invaded it. They didn't heal me. They wrecked me-beautifully, silently, completely. Every line in this book comes from that chaos. From the 2 AM cries. From the 3 AM replays. From the feeling of falling for someone just because their voice makes pain feel poetic. Maybe I'll never meet him. But through this story... I did. So no, this isn't just fiction. This is me-writing love with madness, Bleeding ink for a voice that became my heartbeat. If you're reading this, thank you for not judging my obsession. Thank you for letting me fall-unapologetically. She never met him. Never touched him. But his voice became her obsession, her escape-her ruin. A university girl with ink-stained secrets, she poured every breath of her madness into a book. A story written for him. About him. Because of him. Talwiinder, the man with the voice that healed millions, never knew someone had already surrendered herself to him- completely. Until he read the book. And everything changed. Now... She isn't the only one obsessed. Dive into the story of Mehwish X Talwiinder "Haseen: The Voice That Ruined Me" 🖤 A story written in silence, amd heard by the soul.

𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 had always been lovely, vibrant, and full of enthusiasm. But the truth about her parents' separation had torn her apart. Her father's betrayal of her mother has made her believe that love is far from being beautiful. She has withdrawn into herself, finding solace in Mathematics, Science fiction and caffeine. On the other hand, 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 was on the verge of understanding his feelings for Vritika when everything shifted in ways he never anticipated. He found himself dating her best friend, 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐧𝐚―a decision that blurred boundaries and clouded emotions he hadn't fully confronted. What began as confused infatuation soon turned into tangled emotions and guilt. Yet his love for Vritika never faded. He wanted her to fall in love; but she must never know it was him. 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. Will he be able to break apart the guards that she has created? Will Advik's love be able to illuminate Vritika's darkest corners? 𝑂𝑅 Will his real identity cast a shadow of darkness between them? ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Formerly titled: Forever Be My Always | TEEN-FIC Achievements: Awarded 25+ times across community and user-run contests. [ Highest rankings: #1 in teenagers; #2 in loveletters; #4 in high school love #15 in romance-friendship; #13 in secret admirers; #31 in teenagers; #17 in old school ] ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Copyright © 2024 [Aatishi Ravira] All rights reserved. Plagiarism is a crime. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.

A gentle yet aching narrative of love that remained unexpressed. Through pauses, glances, and quiet longing, it reflects the sorrow of what could have been-if only it had been seen.

Ayla Rahman never meant to fall in love. It started with a scroll, a pause, a face in a crowd-and turned into something she couldn't explain. Zayan Khalid is everything she ever prayed for... except he exists in a world she can't reach. What begins as a harmless admiration slowly becomes an emotional storm-where love, distance, and faith collide. Is it destiny... or just a beautiful illusion? When her heart starts slipping into something unreal, Ayla is forced to choose- hold on to a love she can never have, or let go and trust that what's meant for her will find its way. A story about loving from afar, losing yourself in the process, and finding your way back to faith, reality, and self-worth.

In a city where rain never arrives gently, two strangers cross paths in the most unassuming corner of a quiet café. She lives a life that appears ordinary to the world, yet nothing about her silence is ever simple. Every smile she offers is carefully constructed. Every night carries echoes she refuses to name. He exists as a man the world calls untouchable-respected in daylight, feared in shadow. Yet behind that composed facade, there are fractures even power cannot conceal. Their meeting is neither loud nor accidental. It is quiet... and disturbingly inevitable. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, something long buried begins to stir between them. Because some truths do not remain hidden. Some bonds do not ask for permission. And some stories do not begin with love... They begin with consequences neither of them are ready to face.

He fell in love with her words before he ever learned to hate her face. When the brooding and brilliant Ethan Calloway joins Westfield Literary Academy as the new Literature professor, he carries one quiet obsession - an online novel written by the anonymous username A.V. Sinclair. A story he stumbled upon at 2am, finished by sunrise, and never quite got over. A story he boldly assigns to his own class as their semester text. What he doesn't know is that A.V. Sinclair is sitting in the third row. Aria Voss posted her novel online never expecting anyone from her real life to find it. It was her secret corner of the internet - too raw, too honest, too her. But now her insufferable, cold, and frustratingly handsome new professor is reading her chapters out loud in class, breaking down every line like he personally knows the girl who wrote them. He does. He just doesn't know it yet. Off the page - they clash like fire and ice. Behind their screens - they are something dangerously close to inevitable. She knows exactly who he is. He has absolutely no idea who she is. And the longer the secret lives, the harder they both fall. Some stories were never meant to be found. He found it anyway.

November 2022. Something was sent into the sea --- It carried nothing but a message... and the quiet hope that someone, somewhere, would read it. What followed was not a fairytale, but something softer... slower... and far more real. This is a story of distance, timing, and two people learning how much of themselves they are willing to give --- before the tide changes again. Based on real messages. Written from memory. Felt, more than remembered. -

In the gentle, familiar rhythms of Longbourn, Josephine Carter has always known her place-cherished within the Bennet household, yet never untouched by the sharp gaze of a society that refuses to see her as she truly is. Content to remain in the background, she observes more than she speaks, writes more than she reveals, and feels far more than she allows anyone to notice. But when the reserved and enigmatic Mr. Darcy enters her world, Josephine finds herself caught in something far more dangerous than gossip or expectation-being seen. Not as an obligation. Not as a curiosity. But as someone worth knowing. As affection grows in glances and quiet conversations, both must confront the unspoken truths of their world: the weight of reputation, the boundaries of class-and the unyielding question of whether love can exist where society insists it should not. For in a world that demands she remain unnoticed, Josephine Carter may finally discover what it means to be chosen.

Spring always comes quietly. The first flower blooms in an ordinary garden, the kind that people walk by without a second glance. But this one is different. It opens a door. As the seasons shift, secrets begin to unravel-rivals tied together by an ancient weapon that stubbornly refuses to stir unless they stand together, a dragon feared by all but hunted unfairly, a god forgotten for so long who has begun to interfere once more. Worlds collide. Legends come alive. Magic seeps into the ordinary. Spring is not merely a season in this world. It observes. It recalls. It decides. Some are drawn through doors hidden behind flower petals. Some fall in love with people who feel peculiarly, inexplicably familiar. Some are asked to safeguard that which the world insists must be destroyed. And some discover that destiny is not about strength-it's about who you'll stand beside when the world starts to bloom. 🌸❀ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 ❀🌸 is a tale of boundaries and gentleness, rivalry and loyalty, the subtle power of beginnings, and the things that stir when the world turns a new page. For once Spring learns your name, it never forgets. "And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul." ~John Muir

There are things we never say. Feelings we sit with, moments we replay, people we quietly miss long after they've left our lives. The kinds of thoughts that don't quite fit into conversations; the ones that linger in silence. The thoughts that somehow mean everything without ever going past your lips. Unsaid Words is a collection of those moments. A series of quiet reflections on connection, memory, and the way small things seem to stay with us longer than they should. The people who come and go. The conversations that meant more than they seemed. The emotions that don't leave, even when everything else has moved on. This book is for anyone who has ever felt more than they could explain. For those who hold onto friendships a little longer, and those who find meaning in moments others might forget. Some moments don't last, but they don't leave either.

This is a diary about how fucked up my brain is. HUGE TRIGGER WARNING. I will be talking about self harm, suicide, eating disorders, phobias, mental illness, sexual assault and there will be cursing among other things. If you are easily triggered or do not like these topics please do not read this. This is not fiction, these are actual thoughts and I might also be talking about actual events as well. Please note that I am an adult and of legal age. Despite what the title implies this is not a suicide note. Consider this my Hannah Baker tapes without the actual suicide. This will be written in a poetic writing style. I doubt anyone will read this. But if anyone does. I hope you enjoy my messy mind and messy life.

These aren't poems. They're just letters i never sent. Written on nights when it hurt too much to say things out loud. Maybe he'll never read them. And maybe that's okay. But i'll keep writing until it ends - until he gets married, or until he tells me to stop. I guess this is how it feels to love someone who isn't yours. - Rivienna

Before time was written... she remembered it. The Cosmic Nubian Oracle is the last Archivist of Ancestral Light-keeper of every civilization, every truth, every forgotten soul. When entire regions of the universe begin to vanish without memory... she discovers something impossible: A force that doesn't destroy existence... It erases the fact that it ever existed at all. As she journeys beyond the Aetherium Veil, she confronts the Null Sovereign, a being born from everything the universe failed to remember. But the greatest threat isn't oblivion. It's a child with no past... no memory... no origin. A being that could rewrite the rules of existence itself. Now the Oracle must choose: Preserve everything... and lose herself... Or let go... and redefine what it means to exist.

"I want you to be the one you used to be" Previously known as poems by a teenager All rights reserved @ nishbae33

"Some people stay in your memory. Others redraw it." For a lonely college student, she was an impossible dream - a girl he met in a café that smelled like burnt espresso and forgotten songs. A mysterious artist who sketched windows to nowhere and never gave him her name. He was falling for someone who already felt like a memory. Then their story shattered - because the next time they met, she swore it was their first. Now he's caught in a quiet war with his own mind. The moments they shared - the conversations, the silence, the feeling - are all contradicted by the strange, impossible sketches she leaves behind. Sketches that feel more vivid than his memories. Sketches that know things they shouldn't. And in a story that keeps redrawing itself... what happens when you're the one being erased?

She was the moon-soft, distant, full of secrets. He was the earth-steady, strong, and endlessly drawn to her. Luna never believed in forever, and Terran never believed in fate. But when two worlds begin to orbit each other, gravity has a way of changing everything. Maybe love isn't about collision. Maybe it's about finding someone who pulls you into balance.

*New chapters every Friday and Saturday* Some people find love in a lifetime. Others, in a moment. When Riya, a young woman burdened by loss, returns to the home she once fled, she isn't looking for miracles - just peace. With only a few months left, she wants to relive the quiet corners of her childhood and make sense of the silence that's followed her for years. But fate has a different plan. A forgotten locker. A letter that was never meant for her. A connection she never expected. As days pass and words are exchanged, Riya begins to discover that even in life's final pages, stories can still surprise you - with love, with hope, and with heartbreak. A hauntingly beautiful tale of timing, choices, and quiet miracles - this is a love letter to those we meet too late and the moments that still find their way to us.

A collection of quiet heartbreaks, lost connections, and truths too heavy to say aloud. These are the thoughts of a man who gave up on the world - but not on love. No happy endings. Just raw fragments of a soul that never stopped feeling.

In a quiet provincial town during the Spanish colonial era, a young woman hears a melody that sounds like mourning. The violinist who plays it is pale, distant, and already seems to be fading from the world. Romeo de los Reyes does not chase love. He avoids it. Juliet Alvarado does not wait to be chosen. She chooses. But in a society ruled by reputation, religion, and arranged futures, love is not something you hold loudly. It is something you protect quietly. Some serenades are meant to awaken hearts. Others are meant to haunt them. Harana ng mga Anino is a short historical romance told in twelve restrained episodes - a slow-burning tale of longing, fragile courage, and a love that refuses to remain silent, even when the world insists it should.

In a ruined future where the sky never changes, a man carries the ashes of his daughter across the broken world-searching for the one place where light still listens. He walks through silence, through memory, through guilt that glows like embers beneath his ribs. And in the end, he'll learn that not all suns rise in the sky. Some are carried in the chest. And some never set. A Thousand Suns That Never Set is a haunting short story about love, loss, and the light we leave behind.