Poetryprose Stories

reflections of suburbia, poetry. ©lovewraths 2021-

❝and i loved her for every bit of her. for every shade that she was.❞ book one in the seasons of love series. ©jiminiums published: 010918 completed: 110918 written: 160718 - 100918 hr: #30 in ambw 270918 hr: #16 in poetry 110918 hr: #11 in poetry 120918 hr: #2 in bwam 281220 the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/74V7og9Gt7FyAOiC2Ry0Sf?si=Dv6nNwD9TGWUQSfJ_GylNQ&pi=eo25J6bXSRi-u

Some loves aren't meant to last forever-but they linger, haunting every corner of memory. In 'BDA: A Trail of Hers,' a young man recounts his journey through three seasons of the heart: the life he lived before she entered, the storm of emotions during their time together, and the empty silence after her departure. Through grief, longing, and fragile hope, he learns that love leaves not only wounds, but also trails-marks that guide us back to who we are meant to be.

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.

These are my field notes from the path of the Mystic Teacher-King. Not stories of conquest, but stories of the soul. Each entry is a reflection - part journal, part parable - on what I have learned about mercy, compassion, and the cycles of hatred and violence. I write not as a perfect teacher, but as a fellow traveler. These words are my way of remembering: that forgiveness is stronger than revenge, that love endures where hatred destroys, and that true authority is not domination, but service. Take what you need from these pages. If even one lesson stays with you, the mission is accomplished. A soldier's journal of the soul: lessons in love and wisdom.

We met again, but not as we once were. A poetic reflection of what it feels like to see someone from your past-not with longing not with pain, but with a quiet kind of growth. A short piece that captures the bittersweet moment where healing meets memory... and chooses to walk on.

This is a story about a soul learning itself the hard way. About growing up with faith, culture, family, and expectations - yet quietly losing direction along the way. About loving from emptiness, chasing ambition without grounding, and mistaking movement for purpose. It is a solo journey of discovery. Of loss. Of inner conversations no one hears. Of resentment, longing, and unanswered questions. And then, slowly - of return. Through real moments, deep monologues, and reflective pauses, this work traces how a soul can lose its path without realizing it... and how remembrance, accountability, and faith gently lead it back. This is not a guide. It is not perfection. It is a mirror. If you have ever felt present in life but absent within yourself - this is for you.

❝ she flaunted a riveting beauty where ever she walked; vengeance glowed from within her bones and milky white lilies adorned her satin hair. nothing if not perfect, that girl was my moonglow ❞ © ── viviadoll , prose poetry

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 is like the song of sirens; beautiful but dangerous.❞ book three in the seasons of love series. ©jiminiums published: 301219 completed: 060320 written: 281119 - 110220 the playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/67rB9ylkJ0exMjmlt9WDSc?si=rjStL_eJSxCUWQI-cKJCQA&pi=4YGlFdRTQ-aeO

boyhood, withering beneath a wild sky (#37 in poetry 12/11/17) © vangohs, 2017

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.

hymn for the hungry, a gospel written in gasoline and teeth.

What do you do with the pieces of a forever that never existed? This isn't a story of happy endings or bright beginnings. It's a messy, raw collection of feelings, memories, and reflections. Written for those who have given up but still keep going, these pages hold fragments of love, loss, and the weight of the connections that change us forever. Poetic, chaotic, and painfully real, this book(ish?) isn't for everyone. But if you've ever felt lost in your own emotions, you might just find yourself here. Take a breath. Turn the page. And see what's waiting for you between the lines.

💋 Cherry Smoke wasn't born. She returned. File 001 begins on Bloodstone Boulevard - where a baby enters the world without a cry. Eyes open. No tears. Just truth. She's not what they expected. And she's not here to fit in. ✒️ Part poetic diary. Part mystery file. This is the beginning of The Cherry Smoke Files. 🔥 Urban. Spiritual. Femme-Fatal. #CherrySmoke #TrapKissDiaries #RedSilenceFiles

Ink overwhelming emotion.

I've discovered a love for sonnets due to my AP English Literature and Composition class, so I began writing sonnets about people, places, and things. These are a collection of sonnets, as well as generally poetic musings that follow my thoughts.

The Paragon Of light slowly ascends to madness... ....he pleads his dear love one to leave him before he displays the mark of the beast. IT IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED IF YOU GIVE FEEDBACKS, IT WON'T BE TAKEN LIGHTLY.