Lyrical Stories

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗀𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅𝗌，𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌，𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆，𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝗎𝗍

About something, possibly a feeling or a soul that has lost its way.

suck this heartache out

"කවියක් යනු, නොපෙනෙන හිස්තැනක් අකුරින් වැසීම මිස වෙන කුමක්ද?"🕯️📜

some songs i wrote sometime. this album is the middle, not the beginning nor end. please take it as such.

────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 𓊆ྀི ׅ 𝄂𝄚𝅦𝄚𝅄𓊇ྀི ❝𝓘𝘧 𝓘 𝔀𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝓲𝘵 　𝄞 𝓭𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝓲𝘵 𝓶𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳? . . .❞ ────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 ━ ❝author rin showcases her poetry.❞ 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘: 2026/06/09 ━━━━ 󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘: ????/??/?? ↳ status ━ ongoing 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗬. © 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂 © 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖱𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝅄 2026 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗓𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅/𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗓𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇 ๋

Every heart has an orbit. Every soul must endure its own night. Forty Beats of a Burning Heart is an intimate, stunningly woven novel-in-verse that chronicles the cosmic journey of the Stellar Queen. Moving through forty lyrical poems, the collection begins in the blinding, warm embrace of the Great Sun-a devotion so intense it defines her entire world. But when the light begins to slip away, she is cast into a sudden, freezing eclipse. Lost in the heavy silence of midnight and isolated by grief, the Queen must learn to navigate the dark territory of her own reflection. What she finds hidden in the shadows is a truth louder than any silence: she was never meant to live in another's light. Masterfully shifting from gentle warmth to fierce independence, this collection is a breathtaking exploration of love, loss, and the explosive power of reclaiming your own sovereign fire.

When her feelings for her neighbour overpowers her every choice and heart, Zama makes a wish but one must be careful as to when and where to pray, for sometimes even the unseen can hear it... and wishes can haunt.

It turns out your eyes were ordinary all along.

This is a love poem about the role of fate in our lives. Are lovers fated to find each other? Or is it just a game of luck? This poem is from my sophomore story and poetry collection, "Pieces of September: and innocence lost." currently available on Amazon Kindle. I hope you like it!

As people move through your life, whether strangers or childhood friends, they tend to leave a piece of themselves behind: a mural painted by everyone who has crossed your path. Sometimes it's their grandma's recipe, a song they introduced you to, or simply a color you never agreed to wear. But when someone you deeply loved leaves, nobody warns you that some pieces only get sharper.

This is not a story/poetry told in perfect order. Some poems were written before the moments they describe had fully ended. Some were written long after the feelings had settled into memory. A few were born from misunderstandings, sleepless nights, laughter, longing, and conversations that refused to leave my mind. Every page within this collection is inspired by real moments, real emotions, and one real person. My muse. The boy who slowly found his way into my thoughts, my words, and eventually my poetry. These poems are not about perfection. They are about affection, growth, uncertainty, comfort, distance, friendship, courtship, arguments, forgiveness, and all the quiet moments in between. They are about discovering that love rarely arrives the way we imagine it will. You will find no chronological timeline here. Only memories. Scattered pieces of a story gathered from different chapters of my life and pressed carefully between pages. Some poems will make him seem like a stranger. Others will make him feel like home. Yet every poem belongs to the same person. The same boy. The same muse. The same heart that inspired every line. And unlike the poems inside this book, this story has not reached its final page yet. Because this collection will continue to grow for as long as I do. It will only end when we end.

The poems of a caged voice, waiting fo freedom.

What is your greatest fear? You might be able to find it here. What is the most peculiar situation you can think of? What would you do if you were thrown into it, from below or above? The best way to learn is by experience dysania will be found within these pages. A collection of fears I found tossed aside, Overcome, because their owners died. Simulations of situations that no one wants to be in, But you'll never know until the moment when you fall. If you fail to prepare, you prepare to fail. So what are you waiting for? What if the world got tinged with a color that could kill? It's a Red Maelstrom. What if you died like a cartoon character? What an Unfortunate Ending. What if you became a pop star? I'd be a Shooting Starlet. What if you were a bird in the apocalypse? How long could you Fly? Highest Ranks: #1 in Abstract #1 in Social Justice Awards: 1st place in The Peach Soda Awards

Three nights permanently alter how one girl defines herself. Join her on her journey to discover who she truly could be if only she learned how to strike the proper balance between logic and passion.

A lyrical tale of transformation and purpose, where water remembers every life it carries and one creature emerges in many forms to heal, reckon, and become. The river does more than flow. It remembers. From its hidden depths, a creature rises again and again, each time in a new form: bird, warrior, healer, winged being of light. With every emergence, they listen, feel, and mend wounds left by careless hands. But this journey is not about power. It's about purpose. Each form carries unease, each act carries consequence, and each return to the water draws the creature closer to understanding who they truly are.

𝐄𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ...𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 [this book is a collection of quotes, poetry, and everything in between. most of these are not my quotes, so i'll try to give as much credit as possible.]

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