Prose Stories

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3 AM Unsent Messages is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read... it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now." PS. some photos used as chapter covers aren't mine. ALL CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNER/S.

A collection of modern poetry exploring the beautiful, messy reality of growing up, healing, and finding yourself. Dive into Between Waves, an anthology of raw and honest poems that capture the highs and lows of the human experience. From the quiet anxieties of high school hallways and digital fatigue to the comforting warmth of deep friendship, love, and self-acceptance, this collection is a safe haven for anyone navigating the complexities of life. Whether you are looking for comforting words on a heavy day, a bittersweet reflection on addiction and mental health, or just a touch of "entirely silly" whimsical relief, you'll find a piece of your own story hidden within these pages. ✨ What's Inside: On Hope & Strength: Finding light in the darkest corners. Sad & Deep Stuff: Honest reflections on anxiety, modern isolation, and screen detoxing. On Love & Friendship: Celebrating the connections that save us. On Embracing Yourself: A gentle reminder that you are enough. Updated regularly. Hit the 'Vote' button if a poem speaks to your heart!

The lesson will repeat itself until you learn from it. This quote alone symbolizes the tale of A dance with A Necromancer. A foretelling memoir of one woman's secret double life finding her in each and every lifetime. All secrets don't stay buried and not all Ghosts are dead.

pieces of a puzzle i'm not sure i want to finish a messy compilation of late-night blurbs, rhythm-less poetry, and the thoughts too loud to keep inside. welcome to the pages of my mind

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."

Even if these memories disappear like yesterday, I love you like a flower in my garden is a poetic coming-of-age memoir written like a diary of the heart. Spanning from 2009 to 2019, it tells the story of a girl who loved quietly but deeply-a love that was never named, never reciprocated, but never forgotten. Through lyrical poems and tender prose, she captures the ache of remembering someone who became a part of her without ever truly being hers. Set against the backdrop of youth, trauma, fading memory, and healing, this book speaks to anyone who has ever loved in silence, held on too long, or found pieces of themselves in words they never meant to share. It's a story of growing up, letting go, and keeping love alive through the only way she knew how-by writing it down.

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

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.

Emotions are too complex for ordinary conversation. They linger in the quiet moments, settle between memories, and leave behind feelings that words rarely seem able to capture. The content within these pages consists of a growing collection of personal works, reflecting complex emotions and experiences through poetry and prose, urging the reader to reach into their depths and feel connected to its words. Every page is updated with a new piece when written.

A collection of unnamed moments where longing, intimacy, abandonment, and self-discovery meet. No names. No faces. Only stories of how they began, why they mattered, and when they ended.

It's an original collection of poetry and prose, written and published in chronological order by eyhSmik

She who daydreams as you unfold her pages, little by little.

In other words, a portfolio of my prose and poetry.

Once Upon a Human Heart "We are all just stories, written in stardust." They say every life begins with a heartbeat and ends with a memory. If, in the end, we all dissolve into stardust-our names forgotten, our voices silenced, our stories scattered across the universe-then why do we spend a lifetime searching for meaning? Why do we love, grieve, hope, forgive, and dream as though any of it could outlive us? Perhaps the answer has always lived inside the human heart. This is not one story, but many. A collection of poems that wanders through the quiet landscapes of being human-through the Beginning, the Withering, the Becoming, and the Blooming. It lingers in first loves and final goodbyes, in loneliness and belonging, in the questions we are too afraid to ask and the answers that only time can whisper. Not every poem offers certainty. Some exist simply to sit beside you in the silence. Because maybe life was never about finding a reason for every joy, every wound, or every goodbye. Maybe it was about feeling them. And perhaps, when the last page is turned and our stories finally return to the stars, we'll discover that the greatest answer was never hidden in the universe- it was beating inside us all along.

A haunting collection of poetry and prose for the desperate, the wicked, and those hopelessly in love with their own misery.

the cracks on this cup still remains, its stains still unwashed.

A little collection of thoughts trying to weave themselves into poetry!

There is the world everyone else lives in, and then there is the sickle world. ​It's a place where a change in the weather isn't just an inconvenience-it's a physical threat. Where plans are always written in pencil because your own blood cells can decide to stage a coup at any given moment. ​The Sickle World is a collection of raw, conversational prose and poetry written from the trenches of chronic illness. It's not an idealized story of "triumphing over adversity," nor is it a clinical breakdown of a medical condition. Instead, it's a blunt, middle-of-the-night look at the reality of living in a body that hurts. It captures the heavy silence of the hospital room, the frustration of being misunderstood by a healthy world, the exhausting mental math of pacing your own energy, and the quiet, stubborn resilience it takes to keep breathing through a crisis. ​This is for anyone who knows what it's like to mourn the versions of themselves they had to leave behind. It's for the chronically ill who are tired of being told to "stay positive," and for the people who love them who want to finally understand what it really feels like inside the storm. ​No filters. No toxic positivity. Just the beautiful, painful, absolute truth of a life lived one heartbeat at a time.

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