Historias de Personification

exploring inner voices of ordinary things with a simple question "If I were a...?" This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva

Exploring what stories are hidden inside the wrappers with a simple metaphor "Life is a box of chocolates"―while still searching for my socks This collection is not strictly autobiographical. The poems explore emotions, identities, and perspectives: some lived, some imagined, some observed. Book cover: A photo clicked by me with a sprinkle of editing using Canva If you think this description is a 96.8% copy paste from my previous book..... YES IT IS. (⛩⏢⛩) If it ain't broke, don't fix it.

A natural disaster has occurred in Hawaii, though it's not exactly the kind people would expect. It ends up revealing a hidden entrance to where a legend is said to be housed. 2 childhood friends venture out, only to see the results of this eruption unfold. Due to curiosity and interest, the two end up on an unexpected journey. Will they make it through or face their end?

Your mind is a burning room, a drowning storm, and a torturing fairy-tale all at once. Now, descend through its layers and discover what waits in the one place even the flames can't reach. Sad Sundays is my weekly space to share melancholic poetry, words that help me navigate the stillness, the weight, and the quiet storms of recovery. Each Sunday, I post a new piece that I've written, using poetry to process my journey through detox and rehab, to face the difficult parts of healing, and to find meaning in the silence. Every poem is written by hand with help from the Rhymezone platform. This series is as much for me as it is for anyone who finds comfort in knowing they're not alone on their gray days. I will eventually try to tie most of my work together into a larger piece, but first and foremost, this will function as a collection of my writings while I am going through detox. There may be an underlying story, but perhaps not. Find out next week, and join me for a Sad Sunday moment. New Upload every Sunday at 18:00 (6 PM) German time - CET/CEST (UTC+1/UTC+2).

Just the awesome and beautiful states of my awesome country!

just a book of original poetry. a place, to express what you can't just say.

**COMPLETED** This is the story of Life, Death, a lonely human, and all those other names and faces that linger or are forgotten by time. It is a story of the violent and chaotic world, and the places in which, every now and then, everything is still. And it is in this stillness that the most peculiar of persons lie in silence, their stories waiting to be told, as they have for an eternity. | This all began as something simple, in the first few months of 2016. I had intended for it to be a short writing exercise, but something drew me back. Out of two pages, this sprung up. In all honesty, looking over it, it feels as if I am no longer the author. The characters control me, not the other way around. They've surprised me, created their own lives and twists without me knowing, and have completely taken over my world. In the way of format, each page was originally designed to be a chapter, as I have noticed that many tend to get lost in verbose paragraphs. These shorter chapters are meant to be easier to read, but still (hopefully) entertaining. |

Basically the days of the week as people, this is my first time writing on here so please comment if you see me doing something wrong! Feedback always welcome!

The epic story of a puny blueberry. #nospoilers

| i'm slowly breaking apart and i don't know why |

A short story between a rose and thorn

It's 2033, The government has taken over most countries, driving people into riots and war. To fix this problem the big tech industries have made tests for special patients all around the globe. During these tests 10 subjects will go into a coma for the next 5 years, having to complete challenges in all of the same personified dreams, appearing as whatever they want. It's all a dream. You have to save and meet everyone from these dreams before the time is up. You have 5 weeks. Good luck.

A book of written and spoken works straight off the top hat by Blue Eyed Hatter, filled with the broken, fixed, odd, humorous and passionately emotional. This book is a steady cookoo clock counting down to self destruction with every click of it cogs and it does it wonderfully. So while the book has nothing to do with the wings of dragons it contains words which themselves breath fire.

random poetry/ writing/ midnight ramblings

What if emotions and sensations were described as people?

I wonder if an illness could take a form, what would it take? Better question, where would it take? Ah, even better, why?

Poem written in 2019 Poem A Week/Day Challenge @PoetsPub #PPPoem-a-Week

The pondering thoughts of my mind that come to life... Stories... Quotes, Poetry & Prose.... To be continued... * Thank you, enjoy <3 «Updates when I feel like it»

By Olivia Chase Sophie had a million Furbys. Everyone knew that. She spent a long time trying to get them to come to life, so when the first Furby blinked on its own, that was just the beginning. By the time she was seven, all of them had jumped to life! They sang to her. They helped her with school. Gave her advice. So when she was eleven and her friends thought she was too old for them, she stopped playing with them no matter how hard it was! Then, she showed her friend Bailey her Furbys, but they weren't the same happy Furbys that Sophie knew. They were the angry, evil Furbys that should be avoided at all costs. Will Sophie be able to change them back?

Romance can be one big fondue pot of cheese. Unknown variety bubbling in a coldren dished out by some, shared with others and ultimately, an aquired taste. Inspired by a rare day a few months back when out of boredome I wrote these within the space of a few hours after viewing pure mush of mainstream media (within music) - though some of these poems are fairly decent (IMO), they're just for fun. You decide... Cute Cheesy or both? How would you rate them. Feel free to accept my apology in advance. :)