Discomfort Stories

a poetry anthology.

We don't have many days.

In my poetry, I confront the uncomfortable, seek healing, and celebrate the growth that arises from honest self-conversation

There are only two marks our life has, the date we are born and the day we die. And why not make every moment worthy to fulfill our greatest dreams in life rather than...

""Jax...? What are you doing?" a familiar-sounding voice asked. Jax stood up, despite how difficult it was. "Oh, h-hi, Pomni. What are you doing up...

Flip's life spirals 🌀 into madness as his world becomes filled with clusters 🕳🕳🕳 of disgusting, skin-crawling holes.

shower of feelings i guess or shower of anxiety, the discomfort and the never ending pondering...

a recall

This is a book about dysphoria and will contain poems about this subject Most of the poems will be about gendre dysphoria This book will also contain poems about other d...

Everywhere I set foot on, there seems to be trouble worth cauldrons brewing straight towards shit. I am not sure if it always stayed there, tight with me, since my birth...

Doing what makes you happy might seem hard. I need to make myself happy. I will make myself happy. Get along on this journey of living life with me!

A developing list/assortment of very short poems.

A short horror attempt. This is about David and Melissa. And their mother, who refused to be called one. They were very happy together, until one day...

Have you ever wished that you could just disappear from reality? Well when a 17 year old girl named Ari starts getting tired of the life she was given, she starts wishi...

I got the idea for this poem when I was on the bus, I was quietly sitting down and listening to my music. A kind looking guy with the warmest smile on his face sat besid...

Tiny words can hurt someone so much but they attend to do it anyways.

A dark stream-of-consciousness poem about total, unbearable sensory overload.

same universe different reality dreams music cRaZy mentally unstable disconnected from reality LiFe 🧬

How love leaves us vulnerable , unable to be a camuflage again and forever echoes of elusive questions. something leading to a thread of divine