Истории Metaphors

Aria Sinclair does everything right. The perfect plans. The long-term boyfriend everyone expectes her to marry. The internship she fought for. Her days run on coffee, color-coded calendars, and the kind of stability that feels safe... even when it stops feeling like hers. Then Max Winslow appears-sharp smile, unreadable eyes, and a way of seeing her that feels dangerous. He stirs things she's spent years avoiding. He asks questions she doesn't want to answer. He makes her wonder who she is when she isn't playing "good girl" for anyone else. Now Aria stands between the life she built and the life she never knew she wanted. And choosing one means breaking the other.

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.

Recognition only comes from compassion, not from attention, and compassion is recognition.

A compilation of some of some of the writing (prose, poetry etc.) I do as a person who just feels everything and has a very wide imagination. I hope this inspires you and makes you feel and see things as much as I do :)

Every treble has a story. Every echo has a wound. This collection is a journey through the storms we pretend not to feel - the fears that chase us, the memories that drown us, and the quiet battles fought beneath the surface. Every Treble of My Screams gathers poems born from chaos, pressure, and the heaviness no one sees. These pages speak in clouds, waves, and echoes - metaphors for the trauma we carry and the healing we hesitate to claim. If you've ever felt swallowed by your own thoughts, or trapped beneath emotions you can't explain, these poems are for you. This is the voice beneath the waves. The scream beneath the treble. The truth that finally breaks the surface.

Maybe understanding isn't a shared language, but a shared effort.

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...."

4x featured | Updates every Saturday Just when Nicola had given up on love, a stranger called Rudra walked into her life, inviting her to join his challenge. Claiming that he could restore her faith in love with just 27 bowls of ice cream, he takes her on a metaphorical journey of love and self-discovery. When each ice cream flavour becomes a lesson in love, Nicola is forced to confront the ghosts of her past whilst trying to uncover Rudra's ulterior motives. But is she ready to trust this man yet, let alone sharing her ice creams and deepest, darkest secrets with a stranger? Love finds you in the most unexpected ways. And so does trouble. Read to find out what happens ahead. Featured by @WattpadChickLitIN @WattpadESL @StoriesUndiscovered & @TeenFiction Cover by @_FionaDickens_

Some notes with personal commentaries.

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The creation myth of another universe, explaining the origins of prejudice, groupthink, uncertainty, chaos theory, and the fear of things that go bump in the night.

Poems written for myself, about others, or from moments that made me feel something. I'm new to poetry and still trying to be better, I just hope these poems reach someone who needs them. 🩷

For those who burn in silence and bloom in dust. ⚠️PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME⚠️ If republished, please give proper credit.

A needed love to quench the thirsty feeling of a sore soul for 22,000 years.The heart is pale and dead yet the gene it possesses, is still longing for a love like oxygen; the gin to awaken this heart from death's dungeon and put it back to its lively origin. To know how it started, flip the pages of this heart and explore the scattered bony poems standing before you. "When the earth shows you some ashes, then will you cry like all heavenly stars are giving you strong lashes" Quote by £lfriede West Wood. Ranking 1#poetry collection(22/09/2022) 1#_Rhyme(22/06/22) #1_literary devices(23/09/21) #1_Dead heart(23/09/21) #1_Personification(26/09/21) #5_Metaphor(26/09/21) #3_ Poembook (25/02/2022) #5_Poetry collection(22/06/22) (27/09/2021 #5_Poetic (20/2/2022) #20_Poetry(25/02/2022)

"Poems of a Wandering Mind" is a compilation of different fast-written poetry works of J. J. Mon. Featuring "Odd" - Third Place Winner in June has Style Contest of WP_Poetry. WARNING: These poems are (1) lacking in emotion, (2) written in an uncreative way, and (3) do not follow the proper form of poetry. Published: June 1 - July 31, 2017

Words can bring us alive. They let our imagination run free, and they show us who we really are. These words can cut, kill, and wound. They can heal, love, and beautify. They may be no more than a scratch of ink on a parchment, or a syllable mouthed with the simple opening and closing of the lips, but beware: They can mean so much more than what they seem to be, just like so many other things in life. All those sleepless nights, those daydreams, those infinite moments; all put down in words to help bear the burden enough.

Poetry which covers topics of: Anxiety, depression, sh, sadness, love, relationships, friendships. If you want to read a specific topic just ask me and I can recommend the poems I think would suit you best. Poetry, because I'm convinced that it's the only healthy coping mechanism alternative which actually works. If you're struggling please reach out for help and we are all dealing with this here together. "Yet with his claws and jagged teeth ripping her skin to the bone, And her mind being torn to pieces how could they laugh she pressed, Her friends glamourised their depression..."

i give too much meaning to things

Denise

I wrote all of these poems (except one, which I'll say in the A/N of it's own) in my Short Stories and Creative Writing class. (2011-2012, first semester. Yes, I was a freshman when I wrote these poems.) If your school has this class, and you haven't taken it, I would suggest you do so, it's a great class. I'm sure that my writing would have been a lot better if I would've taken it my senior year, instead of just last year. It was a great class anyway. :)