Prosepoetry Stories

A devil child is born as one of the few impure descendants of the lost Kira bloodline. And for decades, these children of soiled heritage are seen as fragments of Koori Nation's malevolent horned god, weaponized for the abilities they wielded as their violent progenitor. When the downfall of Koori spread amongst the nations, the people who feared these children hunted and murdered their numbers near extinction. Until one falls at the hands of Akatsuki. 𝗖𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗿𝘁 © 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬 𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢 · 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗷𝗮𝗱𝗲

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

For everything that endures, season after season.

A speaker wrestles with longing, grief, and thwarted devotion. Night, rain, and burning waves mirror an ageless heart consumed by passion and sorrow. Questions of worth and purpose arise-a humble steed seeking redemption, a maestro fearing the loss of his song and belonging, a woman bound by a path shaped by stolen prayer. An unsung hero, wordless with rage, is lost between life and death, propelled only by the hard "steel" counsel of his father-now entombed-that both burdens and guides him. Overall, it's a meditation on love, loss, and the struggle to find meaning under the weight of fate and memory.

The most beautiful art is the one we never share. These are the thoughts I chose to let out.

🏆 ORIGINAL CONTEMPORARY NOVELLA FAVORITE - THE AMBYS 2025 🏆 I would not mind leaving this hell for another. Because I could not care less if I throw away my life of failure and inadequacy as long as you were with me. I was another stranger, another faceless being in the tapestry of your dreams. And you held my heart like a guitar peg, twisting and twisting until I snapped. Playing with my strings until my sound tore to shreds and I vanished into the mere noise of the world. And I did not mind it. Because when you met my eyes, I thought I saw myself reflected in yours. But it was not me who was there. It was my own hell. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2023 (First Edition) [10,000 - 15,000 words] [All graphics are made by @sardonictabby] C/TW: Contains discussion about suicide and depression. Read at your own risk.

for the soft-hearted, the wandering, and the things we only admit beneath the stars.

PROSE place your hands in the fire and ask the stars how they don't burn. a boneyard of shipwrecked hearts © 2021 by celestine quias cover illustration © elisa talentino

Fifty chapters. Fifty stories. One girl's heart. Some loves stay. Some leave. Some never begin at all. Beneath Lena's Surface is a collection of romantic prose and heartfelt stories that explore love in all its forms-the kind that heals, the kind that hurts, and the kind that lingers long after goodbye. Every chapter tells a different story, but every story carries the same voice: a girl learning what it means to love, to lose, and to keep her heart open anyway.

Love doesn't always need kisses. Sometimes it's just sunshine, long streets, and someone who makes the world brighter.

Not every conversation is spoken out loud. Some are whispered in silence. Some are carried in tears no one sees. Some are never said-but still felt deeply by the heart. Dialogues of the Heart is a collection of emotional, poetic reflections-where love, loss, faith, and loneliness speak in their own language. Between breaking and healing, between distance and devotion, between silence and surrender-there are conversations the soul keeps having when no one is listening. This is for the moments you couldn't explain. For the prayers you didn't know how to say. For the heart that kept speaking... even when nothing answered back. If you've ever felt too much and said too little... If you've ever wondered whether silence means absence or something deeper... Then these pages are for you. Because sometimes the heart doesn't need answers. It only needs somewhere to be heard.

Selma was in a world of white. Her world was blank. No emotions, no feelings, no colors, no dreams, no voice, no future. Just a blank slate. A blank wall.

Born to Be Loved is a chapbook of poems that moves through the quiet violence of longing, the confusion of becoming, and the fragile hope of learning what love actually asks of us. Across these pages, love appears in many forms: devotional, distorted, imagined, withheld, and redefined. It becomes a star seen from too far away, a mirror that refuses certainty, a language spoken between ache and attachment. These poems trace what it means to grow up inside emotional intensity-where identity is shaped by who we love, who we lose, and who we try to become in return. At its core, this collection is not only about being loved, but about questioning what it means to deserve love, to mistake it, to resist it, and to finally imagine it without harm or illusion. Born to Be Loved is for anyone who has ever tried to earn tenderness, rebuild themselves from longing, or find clarity in the space between devotion and self-discovery.

The third cart is the way to Home.

‎I wrote this during those quiet nights when I yearned for conversation but was too afraid to speak. ‎May this bring you even a small measure of relief or a comfort as you read it. ‎ ‎Lovingly yours, ‎Roj

He feels like something I could never fully understand, only notice and admire.

Synopsis: Limerence is not just a love story. It's a series of misfortunate events that lead us to becoming. It's a story about recognition. About what happens when the universe orchestrates something too precise to be coincidence, when two people meet not by accident but by design. It's about a reckoning and the rupture that follows. It's about reverence. Set against the backdrop of soft nights and silent mornings, of city lights and heartbeats in dark rooms, Limerence follows a bond that blurs the line between fate and fantasy. Their love exists in fragments, in glances, in silence, in the ache of what can't be said. It's intimate, disarming, and deeply human. But love, like seasons, shifts. And sometimes the most profound connections are the ones that leave us. They haunt us. They shape us. They teach us how to hold on and how to let go. It's also a reflection on the quiet betrayals that unfold in the name of friendship. On the violence that lingers in the rooms where someone should have already left. Sometimes the people we tether ourselves to begin to rot the very places meant to hold love. And by the time we realize it, we've already bruised the hands reaching out to save us. This is a story for anyone who's ever touched something sacred, fleeting, and real. Even if only for a moment. A song for every soft ache, illusion, and unraveling. Limerence: Reverence and Ruins - the soundtrack. Listen as you read: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/limerence-the-soundtrack/pl.u-38oWXB4uPpDdPJ4 Disclaimer: Although this story may resemble real people and events, certain details have been dramatized or altered in language to create a version of reality as poetic and beautiful as it once felt. Some locations have been changed, and names have been intentionally left out. This story was never meant for the world to fully understand. Only for two people. And only they will ever know the truth that lingers quietly in Paris.

♫ wrote this silly love song in less than an hour after watching the amazing digital circus the final act ♫

Another addition to my poetry collection 🥰

Deep meaningful poems under the category of love, From pure beautiful love to the love that nobody could imagine of