Emotionaltruth Stories

Chapbook a voice left behind

Kindness isn't leverage, and care isn't a contract. This piece exposes how generosity turns transactional when favors are kept as proof and disappointment is mislabeled as betrayal. If it came with receipts, it was never freely given.

A tribute to memory, resilience, and the small rituals that carry us through the darkest nights. Fire & Smoke honors shared moments, personal battles, and the quiet strength found in every sip, every puff, and every heartbeat.

> "The Cloudy Mind" is a reflective, freeverse poem by hybrid poet Jemar Ocon (aka Lonewolfbejie). It dives deep into the inner workings of human thought, using the concepts of id, ego, and superego to explore why people feel, react, and hate the way they do. In a chaotic world, this poem stands at the edge of philosophy and street realism - questioning the roots of emotion, identity, and how society shapes the mind. Raw. Reflective. Real. This is a piece for thinkers, rebels, and those with crow hearts.

This piece is about the truth people avoid because it makes leaving harder: no one is interchangeable. It explores the difference between replacing a role and replacing a person, and the quiet way presence leaves permanent marks. This isn't comfort - it's recognition.

"Perfectly Fine." is a collection of raw, unfiltered poems about teens who look okay on the outside but are unraveling on the inside. It speaks for the kids who pass in hallways unnoticed, who joke too loud, smile too easily, and carry scars-fresh and faded-beneath their sleeves. These poems confront abuse, addiction, silence, anger, grief, identity, and survival without sugarcoating or glamorizing the pain. From the aching nostalgia of childhood lost and the fear of growing up too fast, to the secret battles behind a filtered smile, to the invisible pressure of fitting in, to the unspoken ways we ruin ourselves and each other-each piece is a different voice, a different truth. Teens hiding behind laughter, rebellion, and curated personas are given space to speak, to scream, to be seen. This collection exists to say what so many are forced to swallow: we are not okay, and pretending we are is killing us.

When the Flame Forgot Her Name is a lyrical journey through love, loss, longing, and the quiet unraveling of identity. Through fragments of poetry, whispers of memory, and sparks of healing, this series traces the path of a woman once consumed by desire-now learning to rise from her own ashes.

True story of the event that changed my life.

╰┈➤ What Are Protest Poems? Protest poems are poems that speak out against things the writer feels are unfair or wrong. They express strong feelings about problems in the world or in personal life. These poems give a voice to frustration, hope, or anger, and invite readers to think differently or pay attention to important issues. They don't have to follow strict rules-they just need to be honest and passionate. જ⁀➴ ♡

This short story is a work of magical realism set in a quiet town where emotions don't stay contained-they press into walls, distort rooms, and linger in the air. At its center is a woman navigating love, loss, and impending change while carrying an invisible weight that follows her everywhere: a shadow shaped by unspoken pain and long-held endurance.

Words born from inner mazes and mirrors. If you've ever felt trapped in your own mind-you're not alone. Here is light within our shared darkness.

Scarlett Ellis has always been the dependable one. The girl who follows the rules, keeps the peace, and never gives anyone a reason to question her. Senior year is supposed to be easy, one last stretch of familiar faces, late-night group chats, and carefully kept balance. But everything changes when Scarlett does the one thing she swore she never would. The unthinkable. Now, nothing feels certain except the fact that she can't go back. Fall feels full of promise. The last first day. Clean slates. One more year to make it count. Winter changes everything. The shift is quiet, but undeniable. And Scarlett feels it, every glance, every silence, every crack. Spring brings reflection. She starts to see clearly for the first time. And what she sees isn't perfect, but it might be real. Summer lets her choose. What to let go. What to carry. Who she wants to become. Scarlett always thought endings were loud and obvious. Turns out, the first one was quiet. And it belonged to her.

Step into a journey where silence speaks louder than words, and the sky holds the weight of unspoken truths. Between Silence and the Sky is a raw, unfiltered exploration of grief, love, and resilience-a testament to the power of memory, music, and emotion. Each poem is a window into moments that shape us: the fleeting beauty of time spent with loved ones, the piercing ache of loss, the quiet strength found in reflection, and the whispers of ancestors guiding us through life's most difficult trials. From tears shed alone to moments of triumph and clarity, this collection captures the tension between sorrow and hope, between despair and purpose. These poems honor the voices that came before, the relationships that define us, and the personal battles we fight in silence. They are a bridge between past and present, grief and healing, silence and sound, carrying the reader through the depths of vulnerability and the heights of understanding. Every line is a pulse, every story a heartbeat-a reminder that even in solitude, we are never truly alone, and that our legacy, like the sky above, stretches beyond what the eyes can see.

What do we really mean when we say friend? This collection gathers quiet truths, whispered hopes, and personal definitions - each one anonymous, each one honest. I sent an invitation to be part of this project. I asked only one question: "What do you want in a real friend?" And this is what they said. You won't know who wrote what. But you'll know them. Because maybe, in their words, you'll recognize a piece of yourself.

This isn't an accusation. It's a record. A letter written for the ones who weren't there - the ones who called it selfish. If you've ever used that word, this is what you missed.

Not every ending is loud. Some of us leave without a speech. No final talk. No big post. Just... done. This is for the ones who kept shrinking to stay safe. The emotional janitors. The quiet ones. The ones who always cleaned up what no one else wanted to feel. Closure Without Ceremony™ is part glossary, part personal revolution, part illustrated healing spell. It's written and painted for anyone ready to stop performing peace-and actually live it. Inside: Puerto Rican ancestral echoes. Soft boundaries. Raw exits. Glossary terms like LoopFatigue™, Sacred No™, Colon Sovereignty™, and Emotional Janitor Syndrome™. This is not content. This is the ceremony, without the applause. Free to read for a limited time. If it lands, share it. If it heals, leave a comment. If it cracks something open - let it. Written and illustrated by Anew Mirror

a weekend in the woods. a kiss in the rain. a boy who writes like a bruise and another who sings like a prayer. jamie didn't come to the retreat to fall in love. he came to disappear but harry-barefoot, quiet, older now-sees right through him. set in the new forest at a strange little songwriters commune, *wild horses don't lie* is a story of queer rebirth, soft mornings, and learning how to be loved without flinching. for anyone who ever fell too hard, too fast-for the boy who felt like a song. "i don't want this to be a weekend thing," he says. "then let's make a new world," you answer.

This is not clean. Not neat. Not a story made to comfort anyone. This poem is awake in the hours the world ignores, a mind pacing for decades, a body surviving while chaos hums underneath. It is panic, fear, exhaustion, and the invisible labor of staying present. It is the calculations, the grounding, the silent narrating just to make it through the day. It is laughing mid-spiral, holding everything together while everything inside shakes. It is the tension between appearing fine and surviving anyway. This is not edited, not sanitized, not for applause. It is claiming space, naming experience, documenting what it feels like to exist fully, without compromise, in a world that refuses to pause. Somewhere between fear and faith, panic and clarity, smoke and silence, this poem whispers: you are here. You are real. You are not broken. And your story is yours to finish.

"Dear Death" is a hauntingly beautiful collection of letters-written to and from Death-that explores the raw terrain of grief, memory, and transformation. Told through the voices of soldiers, children, mothers, widows, and the weary, each letter becomes a ritual: a final breath, a whispered truth, a plea for meaning. Spanning ages and conditions-from battlefield farewells to hospital beds, from rage-filled accusations to quiet surrender-the book invites readers into a mythic correspondence where Death is not just an ending, but a witness, a courier, and sometimes, a mirror. Each entry is adorned with symbolic motifs-feathers, fog, clocks, mirrors, threads-and paired with Death's replies, which offer surreal grace, solemnity, and unexpected tenderness. The result is a tapestry of emotional truth, where pain becomes poetry and silence becomes story. This is not a book about dying. It's a book about what remains.

© 2026 Jaycee Bright All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, stored, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without prior written permission from the author. This is a work of original creation. Any resemblance to real persons, living or deceased, or actual events is purely coincidental. I Carried Myself Through It is a raw and honest collection of poems written from the inside of survival. These pages hold the weight of trauma, the quiet endurance of healing, and the emotions that arrive when no one is coming to save you. Each poem traces moments of breaking, coping, remembering, and slowly learning how to breathe again. This book does not rush recovery or soften the truth, it honors the strength it takes to keep going while still hurting. It is a testament to carrying your own heart through darkness and choosing, again and again, to stay. 🦋PSA: There will be more to come🦋