Poet Stories

These are just some random ideas I get once in a while. so basically just food for thought. ;D ps, please vote and comment on chapters you like

I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?

Bhanu Bajpai is known to be the vengeful, hateful woman who didn't know any better than hating on her sister and her husband. She burnt, in her own flames, living a life of loneliness and self torment. Shashank Singh Rajput, was not known to anyone, not as who he truly was. He is a man of secrets, a silent danger. Calm, yet rebellious, a calculative businessman yet a poetic charm played around him. He was a paradox. When their paths cross again, decades later, things have changed. Both of them had closed the doors to love. Yet, love is what torments them both.

Words to a page, some rhyme, most hurt, but thats what life is.

From a young age, I have always held myself in higher regard than my family did. I believed that I could work anything out. All my classmates were in awe of me. I naturally exerted power over them, and they elected me as class representative time and time again. At home, a baseball bat reminded me to obey my mum every time I tried to prove her wrong. Why was it so hard to see that one plus one equals two? Being beaten and isolated in a sardine can for long periods of time led me to the world of words in the thesaurus to help me cope with my difficult life. However, I no longer recognise the person I have become....... Author's Note 📝 All of my writing and photography is original. You must obtain permission to download, share, or use them for any purpose. ♡♡♡♡♡ 심금

everyone has a muse, but who was his? 𝐙𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒𝐑𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔

❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

The Illusion of Choice is a collection of poems that explores the fragile line between freedom and control. Through quiet battles, unspoken emotions and unseen forces, each piece unravels the truth behind the choices we believe are ours. Because sometimes, the hardest realization isn't losing, it's understanding you were never truly deciding at all.

for the ones who carry too much and speak too little, this might feel familiar.

After moving to Tokyo, a tragic accident left his mother paralyzed and Kizuna Kurosawa drowning in debt, lies, and a failing future. When the weight of his reality becomes too much to bear, he slips into a sleep that doesn't seem to end. He wakes up in a surreal world where emotions are power, and strength is depicted by willpower. Joining a desperate adventuring party in need of a fourth member, Kizuna must navigate a world of shifting trials where his deepest sorrows can either be his greatest weapon or the thing that traps him forever. In a land where your spirit determines your strength, Kizuna has to find a way to overcome this world before he's trapped forever.

Poetry If anyone is relating to these poems, I request kindly seek help, if not then there's always help available.

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ... ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ... ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

A new subset of poetry for the new year. Shorts too. The mutterings of a cynical and fed up man. Nothing artificial. Human brain pain. The result of a future that dies before we reach it.

Verification 2026. A collection of Poetry.

Hellooo Priscille here! This is just a collection of poems/songs that I wrote. If you happen to be reading this, please do NOT share it to anyone because this was intended to be personal but since I'm not famous, I just decided to publish it. Enjoy! (Kazuha is not related but I don't have any other picture. I might change it.)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅... 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 sʜᴏʀᴛ sᴏғᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs 06-ᴀᴘʀɪʟ-2026 ᴍᴏɴᴅᴀʏ

Introverted side of this collection, here my feelings and thoughts are raw and I try to find the right words to describe them. This is the side I tend to hide from everyone, myself included. Hope you can find comfort in this new journey 🌙

The storm said to the wall, "I rage to give you purpose." And then the storm said to me, "I rage to give you life."

දිල්..දන්නවද එක දෙයක්.. කලාකාමියෝ ධනාත්මක උනාම තමයිලු ලස්සනම.. ලු..?? දිල් කියන්නේ හින්දි භාෂාවෙන් හදවතටලු.. ලු...?? මිනිස්සු මල් පිපෙනවා දැකලා නැත්තම්..හැමදාම මල් පිපුනට වැඩක් නෑලු ලු..?? ආදරේ හිතේ තිබුනට වැඩක් නෑලු එළිපිට කියන්නේ නැත්තම්.. හොදටම විශ්වාසද..??