Poetryprose Stories

At nineteen, time feels uneven. Some days stay, others disappear without asking. As twenty waits quietly ahead, she stands in between forgetting little things, holding onto feelings, trying to remember who she was before everything started changing. This is a story about fading moments, unfinished thoughts, and the fear of growing up when your memories don't always stay. About pausing before a new age, and learning that even forgotten days can still shape who you become.

❝of all the flowers that bloom in the spring, she is, by far, the most beautiful.❞ book four in the seasons of love series. ©jiminiums published: 090320 completed: 100520 written: 190220 - 050520 the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2nGVcdhmizowiucDxwajlF?si=0x8f26rASJejEG2GCPbisg&pi=JJQ6x8gfQJGps

ARGLE BARGLE WITH A DASH OF HONEY FLAVOURED NOSTALGIA.

no matter when or where, they always seem to find each other.

She didn't speak often, but her silence carried stories. In study, in hunger, in memory and voice- she found pieces of herself stitched into metaphors. She Was Made of Metaphors is a collection of short stories that bloom in quiet places- in the warmth of a father's voice, the ache of forgotten food, the weight of words that linger too long. If you've ever listened too deeply, missed something too invisible, or felt too much for this loud world- these pages were waiting for you. - written by Nairü

She said nothing, yet the universe listened. Aisyah Nurel is a ghostwriter who lives in shadows, penning other people's stories while hiding her own. By day, she's invisible. By night, she writes under the secret pen name "E.N."-a poet whose verses have quietly touched thousands. When she's offered a job to ghostwrite a politician's autobiography, Aisyah is pulled into a world of power, lies, and buried truths. Along the way, she meets Rayqal-a stranger who understands silence like a language, and whose past is entangled with hers in ways neither of them expects. As betrayals unravel and fame finds her against her will, Aisyah must decide whether to remain silent... or finally speak her truth. A lyrical, emotional journey through love, loss, identity, and the power of quiet voices-Galaxies in Her Silence is for anyone who's ever felt invisible in a loud world.

a philosophical midnight pilgrimage through elusive facets of feeling & healing

In the space between silence and speech, between hope and despair, there's a quiet resilience - one that endures even when the edges start to fray. Threadbare is a collection of raw, introspective reflections on the emotional and mental struggles that often go unspoken. These poetic pieces explore the nuances of guilt, loneliness, identity, hope, and healing - all through the lens of the delicate, often invisible strength we summon when we feel stretched thin, worn down, and exhausted. It's for the ones who are quietly holding on. For those whose hearts are threadbare, yet still beating. For those who wonder if anyone notices the quiet light they still hold inside.

What if the fall was never a failure-but the first breath of freedom? This is a story imagined from sacred echoes-a poetic and philosophical retelling of creation, choice, sorrow, and divine tension. Through dialogues between God and Lucifer, Adam and Eve, and two modern voices wrestling with belief, this work explores the paradox at the heart of existence: Why must we suffer to grow? Why create something that might walk away? The Roads That Were Built is not here to answer. It is here to walk with you beside the questions you've never dared to silence. Myth. Theology. Poetry. Longing. You are invited to feel-and to remember- that you, too, are made of breath and clay.

A voice in a world that seeks to silence.

©️ Koketso Matsididi, mirthyKayla, South Africa 2022 2387 words

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Fantasy Surrealism Poetic Prose

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ Hope is the silver lining to the dark cloud, When you dream, you know that it's the hope in you shouting out loud. This is just a collection of some of the poems that I did make, And this will, from your precious time, dear readers, just a little fraction, take. Per favore dimostra, that you love and care, Please do vote, comment and share! ♡♡♡♡

2020-2021 a holding pattern to find myself

If you're reading this, I'm still alive.

"Some stories are easy to tell. Some are impossible to put into words. This is one of them." When people ask what happened, I have no answer. I ignore the question, brush it off, pretend it never mattered. But the truth is, I gave everything. And now, I have nothing but memories-memories I refuse to let go of. This is not just about love and loss. It's about the illusion we create, the worlds we build and watch burn, and the chapters we can never bring ourselves to close. A raw, introspective piece on love, regret, and the quiet weight of remembering.

This story explores how personal trauma, family expectations, addiction, and emotional isolation shape a young person's identity-and how, through self-reflection and emotional honesty, they begin to reclaim purpose, even in the aftermath of destruction.

Some friendships end quietly. Some memories echo louder than words. This is the story of a book held too long, a friendship that faded, and the dreams that refused to let go. A Thousand Archives is a poetic journey through silence, regret, and the quiet strength of becoming.

Sometimes fate turns into the worst kind of pain.