Wordplay Stories

A collection of poems... A broken analogy A forgotten story A beautiful plot At last, A terrible resolution,to form stanzas worth laughing,screaming,crying,and smiling for. Highest ranking #1 under analogy #1 under poetry contests #1 under wordplay #9 under words of wisdom #3 under insight #203 under poetry This is a book of poems..I hope you enjoy it..

Mouze has a secret he's lost his mind to keep. Which isn't that strange, considering he lives in Wonderland - nonsense rhymes and insanity and all. But when a supposed stranger drags him back into the political intrigues he doesn't remember escaping, will Mouze relearn enough of his past to help his friends survive? ~ Open Novella Contest entry! Primarily prompt 110: You wake with no memory except a single name, only to be told you died years ago and as danger closes in, you must uncover why you've returned and who wants you dead again. With touches of prompt 19: When you accidentally spill coffee on someone, the moment that should've ruined your day becomes the beginning of a surprising and life-changing friendship. If you've seen this posted on my other writing accounts, shhh no you haven't.

What follows here is an anthology of poetry spanning a major transitional period of my life, beginning with the first one I wrote. From casual observations, to heartfelt love poems, to the depths of my journey with depression, my internal struggles with religion, and settling into my exploration of surrealism and aesthetic, this is what I have to offer of my soul. // Oh to be an atom, beholden to it all, I hope you find something in my writing, and godspeed in your journey through the stars. // Cheers and a thousand blessings, Michayla [trigger warning: brief references to suicide/self harm in "Musings Of A Caged Bird"]

The arrogance laid bare where compassion and empathy are traded in for select superiority. All in search for the new prophet. It's an old message seen before. There's nothing new about it.

Author: @bynovablu Cover By: @bynovablu 📸: Unsplash via Picsart Synopsis A Six Piece Collection of Poetry in Homage of Black People

You babysit Frisk for extra income whenever Toriel has to stay working later hours at her new school for monsters and humans. Until, one day, she calls saying she can't make it, and that someone else will come to pick them up. That's when you meet him: a skeleton monster looking as haggard as a shipwrecked man, and smelling of smoke and booze. You offer him some dinner and a cup of coffee over some small talk, and then, he gets comfy on your couch. It feels bad to ask him to leave, so he ends up staying the night.

In this sample collection of the words spoken, thought, gathered, and put together in a string of rhymes I like to call poetry, I have included a few pieces which have filled many pages of several notebooks over the years. Beware, some make sense and some do not, so I invite you to carefully step into my world of dreams. They are sometimes blurred, like the occasional reality, but I would love for you to take a look if you dare! My serious hopes is that in sharing some of them, you might like me to share some more, and make this small book a reality. And, who knows, maybe share a lucid dream or vivid reality of your own with me as you go prancing on your way. All rights reserved. C.M Hazel © 2015-2016

Random Spur of the Moment Poems, Done for FUN :o) They Don't Have Names, but There are Clues...Can You Guess What My Poems Are About?

You leave a word in the comments and I will write a story with or about it! Words can spark a story and I will dedicate the story to the person who gave me the word. A billion thank yous in advance to anyone who participates!

The change of our house's backyard from a desolate plaque of concrete into a garden.

When they leave you behind in a darkness that only your loneliness can fill....things do seem bleak. Your home suddenly feels like just brick and stone...no more Colours fade and life drags... And you just wait for their faces to greet you in the warm morning sunshine...one last time.

𝚈/𝚗 𝙻/𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚢𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢; 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚈/𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕. 𝙹𝚘𝚒𝚗 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍? 「︎haikyuu x male reader」︎ 「︎No Updates」︎

A poem for people to rethink their lives.

Alliterate exercise of the daily news flash.

A collection of words that describe me. That don't describe me. That heal me. That kill me. That mean a lot to me. That I would discard any day. My thoughts. My feelings. My monsters. My suffocating words. My Words. P.S. BTS and Jimin photos are not mine, the rest are photos taken by me.

A goodbye for ever.

The logs of a man on a journey of love and war, conflicted with fear and joy, look deeper and see what you may find.

What you're made of.

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