Истории Metaphor

How can I let your voice slump into oblivion if it resembles the sound of the rustling leaves? This book is a reflection of my journey through the ebbs and flows of life-of repeatedly learning the essence of love, learning the pain of isolation, and finding myself again. Trigger Warning: This book contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including mental illness, trauma, grief, self-harm, and emotional abuse. Reader discretion is advised. #1 in poembook [7-31-25] #1 in poemcollection [7-30-25] #1 in poems [9-05-25] #1 in thoughts [8-25-25] #1 in poetrycollection [12-25-25] Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the photos used in this book. All images were sourced from Pinterest and belong to their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended. If any image belongs to you and you wish for it to be removed or properly credited, please contact me and I will take action immediately.

"That's why you run away?" Harry gave a short laugh, though it didn't reach his eyes. His life had always been defined by leaving. Tours, studios, schedules that tore him from places before he could root himself. "I'm not running. I'm just... taking a day off. Trying to enjoy life." "You just rephrased it in a prettier way." His smile faltered, the defensive mask slipping just enough for her to see the exhaustion underneath. "Is it that obvious?" "For some people," she replied. "Most only see the surface. But some notice the weight behind it." . Exhausted by the glare of fame, Harry retreats to a quiet town on the outskirts of Arezzo, seeking refuge from the expectations that have defined his life. In a modest house with a serene, vibrant garden, he rediscovers stillness and simplicity, finding comfort in small routines and the quiet rhythm of daily life. But even in this hidden corner of Tuscany, human connection finds a way in, stirring curiosity, trust, and the gentle possibility of something more.

A dreamlike allegory about longing, belonging, and the quiet work of learning how to stay with yourself.

In the end of the world, some monsters laugh. God's Error is a brutal, psychological post-apocalyptic story about survival, love under pressure, and what remains human when mercy stops working.

- completed {Wattpad's featured poetry} ❝ 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 ❞ ̶̶̶̶ ̶ «̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶　　　❥　　　 ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ • a collection of prose and poetry for all the broken souls out there • [HR- #18 in poetry] ────── ⊰ Started: 08/05/2018 Ended: 31/08/2022 © Desolate Nights by PoeticRin. All rights reserved.

This book is a quiet collection of poems about fireflies and fireworms...the small lights that once filled my childhood nights. Fireflies were never just insects to me.They felt like stars that forgot the sky and chose the earth instead. They didn't light up the whole world but they lit up my world. Fireflies teach me something simple but powerful. you don't need the sky to shine.You don't need attention to matter. Even the smallest light can move forward in the dark. Through these poems, I want to reassure the fireflies that their tiny lights lit up my world. That their courage in the dark taught me how to keep going. This book is for anyone who feels small in a loud world for those who keep going quietly...for those who glow in their own way.

Ongoing thoughts this book is a collection of my emotions and an autobiography of my life from the most memorable years of my life. Important mention: I was 15 when majority of these were written, after going ghost for a couple months I decided to return at 16. Signed Pricilla rose amatory

THE EUPHORIC NIGHTS COLLECTION: my eighth poetry album, telling stories of the nights i felt most alive and the nights i didn't. Euphoria ( /juːˈfɔːriə/ 1st February 2021. © 2021 Billy Waugh

Just something I came up with recently.

yet another found edition of a Wandering Bards Compendium, following the life of the Red Vicar Maxx , and how he found family , in moss ? Will the Vicar burn his lantern bright , or will he , if but for a moment , allow something more than ash to stay in his wake. Writers note , this is part 1 of "songs sown in greene" , with editing and part 2 comming tomorrow (15th feb) , enjoy and let me know where to improve in the comments , would be greatly appreciated:)

Bakugo Katsuki can't get a good nights rest, and resorts to going to Todoroki's dorm to have him help. One week later, and the two keep getting chances to be alone together, which makes the both of them wonder, how do they really feel?

𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 :- [ 𝐱𝟑 ] 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.

"why don't you look at ads on craigslist?" kenma gets up from the couch while the slight adrenaline rush is still surfing on his blood, deciding that maybe hinata was right. if he couldn't take him or kageyama, maybe it was best for him to get a complete stranger after all. he was nineteen - this was the perfect age to do something fucking outrageous and then have a cool story to tell when you're older, like pretending to date some random dude from craigslist. and it was going to be a bad idea, he knew that, but kenma had been backed into a corner and had nowhere to really run to. well, he did, but there was no way he was going to risk kissing hinata shouyou during the holidays. ... or, kenma swore relationships were a waste of time, kuroo loved the holidays, and hinata was...well, hinata.

He never asked to be saved. Yet they all tried. In the silence of temples and in the heat of forbidden touch, Chrollo walks the fragile line between god and man.

My brain put into words.

We search the sky for stars, often ignoring the luminous fragments that walk beside us or remain in our hearts.

My collection of short stories and poems^o^ enjoyy

Living with guilt is hard, sure. But living with that guilt while juggling guardianship of your little sister, navigating high school, pulling off nefarious, yet fairly tame illegal activities and being forced into friendships with random boys by your conniving teacher is even harder. For Natasha Taylor though, it's an everyday occurrence. Which sucks for everyone that has to interact with her. She's mean, closed off, and overall has the emotional equivalence of a stab wound, add on that she's basically an artistic hermit, and she is the exact opposite of a summer evening around a campfire. For Ethan Evans, life is a breeze. He's honest and upfront while always maintaining an air of friendliness and approach-ability. He's a little on the quiet side, but his sharp observance skills and his artwork often make up for what he doesn't say out loud. Ethan is genuine and balanced, and he might just be the Band-Aid that Tasha's gaping wounds need to finally mend.

All about poetry. Clouds of unsaid words and ocean of thoughts. This is a transformation of a lady told in poetry.

For the Love of Writing. I Believe that Every single one of us should always keep doing what we Love no matter what. And this Book is my way of Expressing the Art of Writing that I Love.