Metaphor Stories

There are certain places and certain things we don't just push to the back of our minds some memories come back they hunt us in every thing we do ...the quest is when you get tired of running and hiding from your own life where do you turn....."and unconsciously she muttered a word...."

A compilation of some of the thoughts I have about the world we live in and beyond. It's not regularly updated but please feel free to check it out.

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] 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.

Second poem book! Fiction 100% fiction poems Disclaimer: I chose to explore topics through poetry I have never experienced any of the stories Conveyed through these poems. Pricilla rose amatory

These are some poems I could think of.

A mortal spends hours pouring over parchment by candlelight in rickety taverns across the land while his companions rest. While cheering from downstairs and snoring from beside him closes in on Arthur, he pens letters to his beloved patron. A shame he'll never receive them.

The ramblings of a woman who spent too much time in confession and too little time trying to figure out what exactly she was apologizing for.

TW: Suicide, Manipulation, Obssession I watch everyday, Everyday yes- As you walk with him. Your hands interlinked. You're so happy with him, It shatters my soul so much. Your beautiful smile- Which used to warm my heart so much? It hurts now.

A world filled with many people, and some of them have wonderful powers, ranging from being able to fly to seeing through Wood, those people are called "Hollenians". And the "God" of this world, Follen, seems to be interested in it's creation, and to be able to affect it, he decided to create followers... "Immortals" is what they are called, on account of not exactly dying from old age, and being unable to die from weapons, well, at least on paper. Eventually one of the leaders saw what God was planning, and realized that his position might get compromised, in turn he started a project to create an artificial immortal, unfortunately it went wrong and led to the wrong person gaining that sort of Immortality. Gonoriq, was the one, he gained his powers, but they were not a blessing as one might think...

Prologue

This space is for my poetry and heartfelt thoughts, where words meet feelings. I'll share verses and quotes that carry meaning, both light and heavy. Requests are welcome-your ideas inspire me. Also I use a lot of metaphors. Thank you for visiting, goodbye! ORIGINAL IN WATTPAD READING IN ANY OTHER SIDE IS PROHIBITED ~Me

"This Be The Mono-rhyme Verses"

Within a hidden, holy chamber, an ancient being known as the Emberborne rises bearing a silver fire meant to uplift, illuminate, and restore. Its light is a gift forged in knowledge, truth, and revelation, a flame capable of piercing any darkness. When the Emberborne unveils too much, too brightly, those who once gathered in reverence recoil in fear. The truth they begged for becomes a burden they refuse to bear. Condemned for the very light it offered, the Emberborne is cast out, its fire unwelcome, its purpose questioned. In a lyrical tale of myth, exile, and self-reclamation, The Emberborne follows a sacred flame that must decide whether to dim itself for the comfort of others or rise alone, fierce and uncompromising.

These are my midnight musings, my afternoon antics, and my sunrise shenanigans #34 poetry ~April 12th 2022 #1 personification ~April 12th 2022 #1 in figurative language ~February 16th 2021

Just a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them

Undecided if this is to stay or disappear. Bit like me then.

In a mysterious world where pain lingers like shadows, twisting the mind and heart, two strangers bear the heavy burden of unspoken traumas. One, who no longer fears loss, wanders the streets like a ghost in an abandoned town. The other, haunted daily by a past too painful to forget, struggles to break free from its relentless grip. Day and night. Sun and moon. So different, yet so alike. On a rainy day, their paths cross, setting them on a journey through storms and snow, across burning bridges, high waterfalls, and striking lightning. Together, they face battles and trials that test their trust, honesty, and resilience. Yet, through it all, they find in each other a glimmer of hope they never believed they deserved. As loyalty turns to affection, their bond becomes a shelter for old wounds-a sanctuary, a home. This is a story of how two broken souls, guided only by the compass in their hearts, can find their way to becoming whole together.

good becomes bad, so that you can become good

Dominion begins as a small, isolated town, a microcosm of human society. Its streets, homes, and landmarks are ordinary, but the novel transforms them into metaphors for consciousness, memory, and identity. The arrival of the liquid metal extraterrestrial beings-Dominion itself becoming sentient-turns the town into a living, reflective organism. The silver alien substance functions both as a literal presence and as a literary symbol for human connection, perception, and evolution. Through the narrative, Dominion evolves into a bridge between human and cosmic consciousness, a vessel for both empathy and existential awareness. The town's streets, mirrored surfaces, and silver tendrils serve as metaphors for reflection-personal, societal, and cosmic-while the gradual integration of alien intelligence creates a tension between fear, understanding, and transcendence.