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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.

What if the most honest thing a man could say to a woman was: "Don't love me." "Hello" isn't a story of heartbreak. It's not a fairy tale. It's the in-between where attraction, honesty, and freedom collide. In a world that romanticizes forever, one man dares to say he doesn't fit the role. And he doesn't pretend to. Inspired by Trigger C's original Telugu R&B single, Hello is a lyrical confession, a philosophical reflection, and a story told in verses for those who've ever felt too wild to be tamed.

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.

This is a psychological and autobiographical piece about how suicidal thoughts can form not as a desire for death, but as a desire for rest. Using the metaphor of "leaving work," it explores burnout, endurance, and what happens when survival becomes an ongoing obligation instead of a choice.

"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.

This poem is a reflection on the harsh truths of conditional love, isolation, and survival. It explores what it feels like to be valued only when you are strong, quiet, and easy to carry, and abandoned the moment you show cracks, need care, or reveal your truth. There is no sugarcoating here - just relentless honesty. It delves into the exhaustion of carrying everything alone, of holding your pain in silence while the world expects you to remain unshakable. It captures the slow, brutal lessons learned from absence masquerading as grace and silence masquerading as mercy. It's about realizing that love is often temporary, that understanding is rare, and that survival is something you must claim for yourself. Every line is cold and deliberate, exposing the sharp edges of disappointment, neglect, and self-reliance. This is not a poem about becoming bitter; it's about clarity. It's about naming patterns, facing the truth, and refusing to romanticize neglect. It's about learning to survive your own reality when no one else will, and finding strength, coldness, and resilience in the spaces where others have left you behind. At its core, this poem is a testament to survival, self-respect, and the icy clarity that comes from seeing people for who they are.

> "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 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.

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.

Haunted by the memory of a tragic past, Leila Imani moves to a quiet town hoping to escape the shadows that follow her. But the old house she now calls home whispers secrets of its own and one ghost, in particular, won't let her be.

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.

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.

True story of the event that changed my life.

Description: I don't whisper when I'm wounded. I don't shrink so you can feel big. And I don't do polite healing-it's loud, messy, hilarious, sacred, and very much still in progress. Welcome to Receptive Sovereignty™-a wild, gut-punching, f-bomb-laced memoir wrapped in ancestral echoes, illustrated rage, sacred profanity, and a refusal to make trauma palatable. This isn't self-help. This is self-resurrection. I died in 2009. I came back... louder. Inside, you'll meet: - ✹ Givewound™: the ache of giving too much to the wrong ones - ✹ Shrinkwrap™: the spiritual plastic we wrap around our gifts - ✹ Traumedy™: crying, laughing, and sweating in a library with no AC - ✹ Big Dick Contest™: spiritual ego meets generational exhaustion - ✹ Truthover™: the hangover after you finally tell your truth This book is for the ones who've had enough of spiritual bypassing, fake feminine energy, and healing that's more about branding than becoming. If you've ever screamed in a car, cussed in a prayer, or sobbed while writing your truth down just to breathe again-this is your story too. 🎁 Read the full book FREE today on Amazon 👉 https://a.co/d/3h6HW1H

Chapbook a voice left behind

"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.

╰┈➤ 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⁀➴ ♡

He loved her deeply - stood by her, waited for her, even comforted her through heartbreak that wasn't his to fix. But love isn't just about one person. It's not all about her - it's about him too. This is a story of a boy who learned to choose himself. Of almosts that never became forever. Of loyalty, patience, and finally... letting go. IG: @foreigndawriter First-person point of view

> "Let It Be" is a short freeverse poem by Jemar Ocon, also known as Lonewolfbejie. With just a few lines, it carries a strong message: Let the truth live. Let the lies die. This poem represents the silent rebellion of a hybrid poet who refuses to follow the world and instead, dares to let the world follow him. Simple. Sharp. Unapologetically honest.

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.