Metaphor storie

Just some poems I wrote. Mostly psychological, philosophical and metaphorical

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.

i give too much meaning to things

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱5 ] Sometimes the words spill out messy...... sometimes soft. This book is where they all landded. This book is a collection of poems that speak from the heart! Each poem captures a moment, a feeling or a thought that words often fail to say. The Symphony of Wings & Hearts reminds that even in silence, our hearts have their own music soft, gentle and endless.

He has been sinking for as long as he can remember. In the cold depths, he finds someone who mirrors him in every way. But the truth remains just out of reach. The ocean isn't what it seems. And sooner or later, he will have to open his eyes.

"I 𝘢𝘮 impertinent"

Some stories don't end - they fade, leaving behind an afterglow. This collection is a quiet unraveling of moments that almost happened and feelings that never found their voice. From silent battles fought like storm, to fleeting connections born under midnight skies, each piece lingers in the space between holding on and letting go. These poems are not about perfect endings. They are about the pause before goodbye, the echo after love, the beauty of what could have been. Step in gently- not everything here is meant to heal. Some things are only meant to be felt.

There are truths that do not arrive all at once. They come softly- in the stillness of devotion, in the weight of silence, in the turning of moments. Some truths whisper like a prayer. Some rise like a storm. And some simply wait- until they can no longer remain hidden. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐘𝐀 is a collection of poems that moves between the sacred and the human, between faith and justice, between what is felt... and what is finally spoken. This is not just about finding truth. It is about standing in it- even when it trembles, even when it burns.

┊┊┊ ♡┊┊┊ ┊♡┊ ₊ ⊹♡︎ ♡₊ ⊹ 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆. ^᪲᪲᪲ ୧⋆｡🦋✧୨ৎ 𝑻𝑾!

- ˗ˏˋ𝙢𝙮 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣ˎˊ˗ ── .✦ ⸝⸝ 「 "𝘽𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡." 」

An accumulation of thoughts amalgamated into poetries. There's no specific genre, I write what I feel under the chaos. Huge thanks to my talented friend for designing this cover💞💞 @karroowersi

A short story about a golden, four-leaved clover, that has the ability to grant immeasurable luck to anyone who possesses it.

The weight was there first. Before the wreckage. Before he had anything to apologize for. So he climbed. Not toward peace. Just away. Then the stall came. Not because of the storm. Not because of the aircraft. Because he kept pulling back when he should have leveled off. And in that stall - in the chaos of it - the passengers disappeared. The voices stopped. The seat beside him went cold. He lost them in the fall. Not before. Now he's alone. Trying to climb again. Stalling again. The cycle doesn't end. The storm was never the cage. He was.

The dark past will never let her go. She felt it from the very beginning, like an endless ocean pressing in. They say that you can't measure someone's pain or love. It's like a broken scale. She had learned early how to hide and disappear. And just like this she wasn't normal anymore, not humane but something worse... What happened in her teenage years will haunt her forever. Now at almost thirty, the fog slowly lifts. Years vanished like ashes in a river. When you finally lift the veil, what do you see? Deep inside her a voice was waiting to be heard and understood. That's all she could ever ask for. But when a chance like this is finally in front of her, she feels threatened. The fragile control and her mask she had to put on all these years were fading. Everything she had built would crumble. She had to finally face her demons and decide what she was willing to sacrifice to take the first step. "Do you know what it took to finally be so gentle?" she asked, as if she would eventually get an answer back. "Fucking everything." And it was fucking everything.

I've been finding peace when I was still young, and I never thought that I can only find them in metaphors. -Lyre Vega 2020

This book is a cluster of poetry. All the poems are original works of mine. Enjoy! All rights reserved.

For the readers who love variety, emotion, and stories that speak in different voices. This multi-genre collection is filled with raw feelings, unexpected turns, quiet moments, and loud ones too. Every chapter opens the door to something new-a different tone, a different conflict, a different heartbeat. From romance to mystery, from drama to the supernatural, each story offers its own unique spark. Perfect for late-night readers who crave depth, surprise, and a fresh experience every time they turn the page.

Perhaps there is still hope. Look forward to a journey of ups and downs which starts in darkness. The steps you make might appear bleak yet they are imbued with a special trace of light. Will you be able to find it? It lies in your hands. ------------------------------------------------------------ Written words and images used are my own. Available in English and German. German title: Trost in der Dunkelheit

In which a narrative that has supposedly been repeated since the birth of the stars runs away without Fate's notice, and now the lion and antelope are family. Shenanigans ensue. Of course.

Where I self sabotage pieces of my heart.