Prosepoetry Stories

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.

This collage of poems focus on the more deeper and intense emotions and thoughts that your mind creates, it definitely has philosophical views on how emotions can effect your life, mind and others around you If you're a deep empath I feel as if this book will definitely hit your heart

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

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

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.

This collection will be an ongoing project sharing the thoughts of a bipolar mind, following confessional prose poetry, existential reflection, and reflective stream-of-consciousness. It's a safe space for me to share my deepest thoughts with the world and attempt to capture both the highs and lows that come with a mind in flux. All of these words are my own, reflecting what I may be thinking on any given day. Some of the content may be offensive, crude, or even disturbing; it represents the raw, unfiltered reality of my experience, which, like any bipolar mind, is often challenging to control. Disclaimer: I am not a mental health professional, and this collection is intended solely as a personal expression. It is not meant to serve as medical advice or a substitute for professional guidance. Please read with care and seek qualified help for any personal mental health concerns.

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

Some feelings rot in silence. Some love stories never become stories at all. The Words I Will Never Say is a collection of raw, intimate literary pieces about longing, grief, love, anger, memory, and the unbearable weight of things left unsaid. Written in moments of vulnerability and overthinking, these pieces explore what it means to feel too much in a world that teaches people to stay quiet. For the ones who loved softly, lost deeply, and carried entire conversations in their heads long after the goodbye. These are the confessions, apologies, and truths that never made it past my lips.

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.

The third cart is the way to Home.

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.

──────── ˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── There has always been an 𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐬 residing in me. Something hollow and deep and empty. Something that screams to be heard. Something that aches for meaning in this haunting world. Through this collection I try to pick out the pieces of my heart and bleed out words that have haunted me. And maybe try to find peace with a truth that always scared me. because maybe this is how its meant to be : me, floating in the abyss of my misery ────────˚ ₊ ‧ ⋆ ──────── 𝟏𝟓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poem (out of 199k stories) #1 in poetrycollection (out of 34.5k stories) #1 in words (out of 16.5k stories) #1 in poembook (out of 15.8k stories) #1 in prose (out of 9.07k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.72k stories) FEATURED ON THE OFFICIAL @Poetry's "Free Verse" READING LIST

A collection of prose poetry and lyric essays about grief, growing up, late-night conversations, attachment, cigarettes, city walks, and the strange space between who we were and who we're becoming.

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

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.

verses driven by feelings and passion

🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬. 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬. What began as a chessboard became a garden-of grief and laughter, faith and forgetting. Of fathers who never sat on thrones. Of men holding the wrong flowers on blind dates. Of a lab explosion and a Marble Queen shaking her head. Across eleven poetic forms-𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚, 𝐤𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞-𝟑❃ 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 is not one story but thirty windows into the same human heart. Some open onto darkness. Some onto dawn. Some onto beauty you didn't know you were allowed to name. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬. For readers who recognize themselves in the specific, the restrained, and the resolutely alive. 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐨 🌸2026🌸 🌸❯────「🌸」────❮🌸

This is a quiet reckoning with the passage of time and the slow unraveling of identity. Through fragments of memory and whispered echoes, a soul confronts the void left by forgetting. As faces blur and voices vanish, what remains is not despair, but a haunting question: is meaning found in remembering, or in learning to exist without the need for permanence? A poetic exploration of transience, silence, and the fragile persistence of self in a world always slipping away.

‎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

Some storms happen inside us. Adrift explores the feeling of being stuck between who you were and who you're becoming, while trying to find the strength to keep going.