Rhythm Stories

Five boys started a band for the journey and their shared love for music. But along the way, they will face the greed of those in high places running a rigged stage. In a world of drugs, corruption, action, and constant battle, the fight for their lives begins. ​As the pressure mounts and the stakes turn deadly, only one question remains: ​Will they ever bring justice, or does the music die with them?

Just some rhyming poems I wrote in my Notes App during random moments. Honestly they're weird and more depressing than I thought they'd be! But maybe some of you can relate to them. Take care of yourself, if there are any themes in here that are too heavy for you. Enjoy reading! And also maybe writing yourself, but mostly reading!

The words l couldn't say out loud

A sequel to the first book of poems I made.

In the silent reaches of space, the Silent Nebula-a force that feeds on "empty noise" and emotional numbness-has begun stealing the "Heart Melodies" of Earth's inhabitants. When a person's melody is stolen, they become indifferent and lose their passion. To save the harmony of the universe, the Fairy Prince from the Planet Symphony arrives on Earth to find the legendary Star Conductors-the PreCure.

This is just a short glimpse of how love in poetry can look and feel like. If you've ever been in love, are in love or search for love, dear reader, this is for you. <3

Literally things I write as a break from oc lore

BOREDOM - PASS TIME - THOUGHTS - WRITE DOWN

what drew your attention to this book? was it the delicate red rose on the cover? ... or was it its thorns? yes, the rose is daintily alluring, but you will only notice the thorns once you take a closer look. i like to imagine my poetry as this thorned rose, my carefully arranged words as its delicate petals: its beauty seemingly pleasing from afar. however, once you take a closer look, you will gradually see the thorns: a deeper and darker meaning disguised behind enriched metaphors. looking at the rose, you would also notice how it is hand drawn, denoting the fact that my poetry might not be perfect. it is intentionally written with some incorrect grammar (for instance, how almost all words are in lowercase) to give a more raw feel in the sense of how one may write down in a personal diary. the name "the rose comes with thorns" is not only an embodiment of my poetry writing style, but also the meaning behind it. just like how everything beautiful comes with its own flaws... ...the rose shall come with its own thorns. 🥀THE ROSE COMES WITH THORNS a poetry book written by huma zafar. #1 in "poem" out of 206k stories (2/5/24) #18 in "poetry" out of 336k stories (1/6/24)

Just a thing where I post my short poems at ig. There isn't much to see other than some rhymes about depression which I'm already free from.

In this book, I scribble down my thoughts, framing them into a poetry, with a touch of rhyming words, sometimes!

Just some poems/songs that I've written based on my experiences in life, they are all mine also some were created by the power of my mind (lol another rhyme) Hope you like it!

Connecting the rhythm to the crime that remains a mystery

things I feel when I can't sleep. poems, letters, shorts stories and basically anything that comes to mind when it's 3 AM and I need to let it out.

A collection of my poetry and short writing pieces.

It's finally my turn to go for a Perfect. Sounds stressful, right? Well, the thing is, my game's not like your regular Rhythm Heaven minigame.

❝ you made me believe there was such a thing as happily ever after. ❞ - in which lea puts the very essence of her being into poems. ▏ A POETRY BOOK ©️plutohh ; 2018

*Finished* Collection of original love-related poems. *All poetry belongs to me, ©AvannaL, for I have written every piece.* Second love poem collection (Perennial Posies): http://my.w.tt/UiNb/ZKeifTpVhA

A collection of various poetry, written throughout the years.

Cupid is the first to fall. Thrown into the mortal world without divinity or worship, he discovers that being human is simple, and inconvenient. Hunger, mysteries arrive without warning. And love no longer listens to his name.