Poetic Stories

A poem about the shore.

A poetry collection by Krystel Ariana, written through self-doubt, love, loss, and the quiet struggles of growing up. This is an entry of my life to remind me and you that it's okay to let your feelings spill onto the page instead of keeping them buried. A safe place for feelings to rest. These poems were written not to be beautiful, but to make every second breathable.

'Some love survives time. Ours survived death.' But Leo doesn't speak. Leo doesn't love. Leo, the princely dumb doll, is the town's quiet. And when Maya arrived in the town as the school's temporary teacher, the quiet gains heat. Leo doesn't know why, but he remembers Maya from somewhere. Maya feels a pull, but doesn't know towards what. So when the rain arrives, memories knock. Clothes come off, and lives in. 10-chapters of finding why his eyes make her feel seen, and her eyes make him want rain. --- The cover used for the novel is AI-generated.

"ම්ම්..මාත් දන්නවා ලස්සන කතාවක්" "මොන වගේ කතාවක්ද?" "කවියෙකුයි ලියන්නෙකුයි අතර කතාවක්!" "ම්ම්..අලුත් අදහසක්!" "සමහරක් විට..." "ඉතින්?ඒක මොන වගේද?" -සුන්දර තුත්තිරි මල් යායක් මැද නිවුනු ප්‍රේමයක හිත් තුල ඇවිලෙන ගින්නක්! කවියෙකුයි ලියන්නෙකුයි අතර ඇති වන තුත්තිරි මල් ආදරයක්! තප්පර හතරෙන් ඇති වෙන ආදරේ...ඒක හරි ශක්තිමත්.

පළවෙනි පාරට , වැස්සට විනාඩි හතකට පෙර , බස් නැවතුම්පොළ හිස් වෙලා තිබුණා...!

{ LOTF AU ! } - A plane crashes in an island in the middle of nowhere, leaving a group of boys and a girl to be isolated and trapped in the certain island. Survival instinct is a need. The question is, how long can the girl survive, and how does she fight her way to survival?

Poetry became a place to dump all my emotions. Why I like acrostic poems is that it challenges me to be more creative, words need to be fixed like missing puzzle pieces, it makes me feel sane! Here's a bunch of my fav poems which I wrote, hope you relish them!

The Moon Goddess, Luna, rules the night from a throne no one could reach, and no one could truly see. She has everything a god could possess, power, beauty, luxury, and wisdom-except one thing she was never meant to want: a life of her own. Every step she takes away from divinity pulls her deeper into consequences the gods will not forgive. For once a god learns to feel like a human, even the heavens may no longer be able to bring her back. "Is it wrong... for a being to want something she was never meant to want?" She lowered her gaze toward the world beneath her, where mortals suffered, laughed, and chose-even when it hurt. "I was given everything," "And yet... I envy those who have less, because they have something I do not." Freedom.

Pages flip open Dear diary In a world where height is power, the tallest must marry royalty-or be erased from existence. At just 14, the Nameless Giant faces Rule 593, the forbidden law that can turn life into a prison of golden chains-or vanish him from memory forever. Banished souls roam in the shadows, wars rage across kingdoms, and fate itself dictates every choice. As darkness and light collide, one boy must survive a world that doesn't want him, uncover the secrets of his past, and confront a future where even his answer may not be his own. In Rule 593, power is deadly, freedom is an illusion, and every inch matters. Diary closed... Closing my fate... -In two day-

One moment, Avery was the author. The next... she woke up inside her own novel. Her characters are alive. Her plot is wrong. And Aiden-the man she wrote to break hearts- is looking at her like she's his. The scariest part? She's no longer the one holding the pen. Every page pulls her deeper, every twist makes her question who's really writing the story-her, or something else entirely. And somewhere between fiction and reality, she'll have to decide... does she want to escape this world? Or rewrite it forever? [New chapter: Every week on Monday.]

all the different ways water seems to represent emotions / feelings

"The world demanded a Goddess. He wanted a woman. I became the sacrifice." They call him Maryada Purushottam-the perfect King. To the world, he is a God. To me, he was the boy with starlight in his eyes, before the crown crushed us both. We survived exile and a demon king, only to be broken by the whispers of Ayodhya. This is the Ramayana reclaimed-an intimate, high-angst retelling of a love torn between a King's duty and a husband's heart. I walked through fire not to prove my purity, but to burn the world's doubt. He was the Sun. I was the Earth. And this is how we burned. ✨ Soulmate Bond | High Angst | First-Person POV

For the first time , seven minutes before rain , the bus stop was empty...!

No one sits in the last bench of Class 11-B. They say a boy died there years ago. They say the seat remembers. Then a boy transfers in and chooses it. he is easy to forget. Teachers stumble over his name. Classmates remember his voice but not his face. he casts no shadow, and mirrors seem to know him better than people do. He watches from the place he died-bound to the classroom, unseen by the world, certain he is only a ghost. Until he hears him. Until he looks at him through glass and reflections and stays. As quiet conversations grow into something dangerous, the line between living and dead begins to blur. Because he isn't fully alive. And he isn't ready to let go. Some loves are never meant to be remembered. Some seats are never meant to be taken. And sometimes, loving someone means choosing to disappear. forgotten names, mirrored truths, and a love that exists where shadows should be. Rankings 1st in tomorrow on 01/03/2026 1st in txtfic on 21/03/2026 2nd in txtfic on 24/03/2026 1st in beomjun on 26/04/2026

So, what's your methodology?

What if I'm a real monster without a face?...Elena... answer me.

Words merely are noises that we make and the sense we find in it. They are a constricted imagery to the river of thoughts, constantly battering the cage which encases them. Words are what we raise ourselves upon and what breaks us, only to make us whole again. Enough with the psychobabble-ish kinda thing. Hello! Welcome to my Diarrh- I mean, diary! Yep. Welcome to my diary! Just to prepare you, you will encounter: •Crushes •Broken hearts •Ramblings •Rants •Stories? Maybe. •Me If the last one hasn't scared you, please go ahead, have fun, knock yourself out! OR GET KNOCKED OUT BY MY COOLNESS, YOU HOT PERSON!!! *coughing* Yeah, sorry, that happens once in a while. No worries, please go ahead.

The world runs on a lie of stability. For generations, the Guardians have scrubbed the records, smoothed the contradictions, and redirected the curious to ensure humanity never looks down. They believe that as long as the system remains internally consistent, the truth doesn't matter. But a single discrepancy has slipped through their filters-a thought that refuses to resolve, a pattern that matches the dying of the stars. As the pressure beneath reality begins to resonate with the cooling heavens, the boundary between containment and contact is thinning. The truth isn't coming for the world; it has always been here, waiting for someone to finally notice.