Blackoutpoetry Stories

In preparation for my next book. I am using this platform for drafting. Warning: Suicide and Death are mentioned frequently.

I'm working on a collection of blackout poetry and word art. I do not have a formal summary yet. The book will be published next year and will include original poetry, artwork and perhaps a short story. All of the blackout pieces have been posted on Instagram. Let me know which ones are your favorites.

This books is a compilation of all of my blackout poetry pieces made using my prose and poetry or any other write up I find online (on Wattpad or elsewhere.) PS- This is not done to paper books. It is all virtual. No books were damaged to make this art.

Imagine waking up to a morning so light and airy that even your thoughts feel like clouds-but then life hits you with a jacket that looks like it got mauled by a bear, a plate of rice and chicken appearing like a magic trick you didn't ask for, and a $5 promise that vanishes faster than a Snapchat streak. Add in apples, bottles of water, accidental reflections on past trauma, the universe's weird sense of humor, and a slow-motion encounter at Wawa, and congratulations-you've officially entered the realm of chaotic absurdity. This story chronicles one person trying to survive human nonsense with dignity, laughter, and minimal emotional hemorrhaging. It's a journey of awkward interactions, half-promises, invisible debts, unexpected generosity, and the slow realization that some people treat friendship like borrowing your energy and forgetting the receipt. It's about noticing the small details-like who eats first, who offers a second plate, and whether or not a jacket smells faintly of betrayal-and turning them into stories that are equal parts tragic, hilarious, and reflective. Read along as mundane life escalates to epic proportions, where survival is measured by laughter, sarcastic internal monologues, and the ability to shrug at absurdity while maintaining your humanity. There are lessons here: never trust a jacket without inspecting it, never hand over $5 without written terms, and always, always observe how people distribute food. This is chaos. This is comedy. This is life filtered through a lens so exaggerated that it's practically a superpower. One plate, one apple, one bottle of water, one bear-inflicted jacket, and an infinite amount of human absurdity await.

Black-Out Poetry that I have done from "The Long Walk" by Richard Bachman (aka Stephen King).

I have no where else to post this but people think i should post it so I will. I just make these for fun and It makes me feel creative even if I'm not so enjoy. Feel free to criticize lol.

polishing up my blackout poetry skillz dude

A collection of poems based on blackout poetry. © All Rights Reserved

Random thoughts of 2 A.M., and blackout poetry.

This poem is for the silent warriors-the ones underestimated, overlooked, and dismissed. It's about surviving the fire that others thought would consume you, transforming every attack into strength, and rising unseen yet undeniable. Your power doesn't need applause; your growth speaks for itself.

This is an in-progress collection of blackout poetry I have made

"This is a moment suspended between sunlight and shadows, between innocence and judgment. A little girl reaches toward the world, her hand stretching for connection, and in her presence, truth whispers. Adults blind to currents beneath the surface pass her by, yet life pulses quietly, powerfully, beneath the ordinary. Every heartbeat, every glance, every fleeting interaction holds meaning far beyond what we see. Morning echoes with memory, with legacy, with the invisible threads that connect us all. This is about witnessing life as it unfolds, raw and unstoppable, and feeling the currents of humanity align in ways that cannot be ignored. These are the moments that remind us we are never alone, that our presence matters, and that our legacy is carved not in silence, but in every action we choose to make real."

If you erase the written, a hidden message will emerge. The following volume of blackout poetry explores darker themes such as pessmism, fear, negativity, and false guarantees. Each part includes the original photograph, a transcript of the photograph, and a short reflective passage.

A collection of poems I have written throughout my life so far, from my very first to my most recent. (I promise they get better). I've still got a long way to go but I hope you'll be inspired to write some of your own. Writing has become a great creative outlet for me and I hope that you enjoy what I've written. Cover made with Canva

a collection of shitty poems made by me :)

a compilation of some of my poems and other writing. hope y'all enjoy. April 11, 2021 #1 in #identification #11 in #recognize March 22, 2022 #1 in #blackoutpoetry

the ramblings of a girl who makes poetry out of the works of others.

I showed up when it mattered - when nights were long and silent, when the world felt cold. I carried weight that wasn't mine. I fed, I bathed, I held, I drove hours to see tiny faces, to make sure everything was safe. I gave my heart, my energy, my time, even when the world ignored me. I was left unseen, unheard, and in silence. I held the weight of children that became mine in every heartbeat. Even when hurt and betrayal struck, I stood. I survived heartbreak, abandonment, and loneliness. In time, the weight lifted. The memory faded. I was free. I was whole. I learned love does not need validation, care does not require recognition. Now, I walk lighter. I give where it is welcomed. I protect what is mine. I am the one who showed up, loved fiercely, and in that, I am untouchable.