Metaphoric قصص

I am putting all of my poems in here from now on. My page was getting messy, and I've been taking frequent breaks to think of what I want to say. Thanks for reading 😊

What if one day someone had received an act of love and thought they had an angel in front of them? What if one day someone had received an evil and thought they had kno...

a small love story.

A short story about a child who couldn't fly.

In the depths of a sprawling garden, a delicate rose blossomed, her velvety petals caressed by the gentle whispers of the wind. Her beauty surpassed that of all other bl...

It delves into the consequences of a past action or relationship, using vivid metaphors of violence and murder to convey intense emotions. Wondering about the alternate...

A fictional romantic novel, that is about a chance meeting. Fate, romance, love and complications, with a metaphoric leaning. The story is based on two characters, with...

A poem

"Would you like me to rebandage your arm?" Fyodor offers, a touch of kindness to spare in this dark world. Dazai clenches his jaw. "Do you pity me, Fyodor...

A metaphoric poem

It is a play, revolving around the murder of a child. Going deep into the mystery, a policeman works tirelessly to find out who was the real culprit of the incident. Wit...

Part III - Laid before me is be a canvas filled with swatches of deep red and yellow melting into the amber sky, painting a dawn like I had never seen before. So much so...

Part I - All I want is to scratch and scrape this wretchedness off. I wash, wash, wash and wash more but nothing I do ever gets rid of this stench. My hands, my lips, my...

"Charlie! Charlie stop running, I won't be able to hold back, and this will all turn way messier than It has to be!" He yelled, leaning against the wall and pa...

Mysteries getting revealed, Even dawn gets darker ! Enjoy reading your known versions but through an unknown path

Basically, I write down my dreams so that I can remember how much of an awesome person I am even in sleep XD May include death... Depending if I survive or not...

Poems I have written about feelings/people/situations/death/self-harm/incidents/romance

Every night, the shadow comes to visit her as her mind stays awake into the morning. Written for the Welcome to the Blumhouse contest.

Tobin isn't a normal boy, because normal boys don't find relief on blood stains, do they? And they most certainly do not find peace on cold-blooded murder.

Sometimes a little push is all you need to fly high.