Honestpoetry Stories

This book includes poems and poetic texts. The poems and texts are about things people experience-life, love, abuse, and many other topics. Each poem or text is writen in a moment when the author feels these feeling making the book their reality and includes their raw feelings.

Poem noun The way I express and work through my emotions

In the dim silence of a church corridor, one soul lashes out - at God, at philosophers, at the crushing quiet of unanswered prayers. This poem is a raw plea, a philosophical rebellion, and a blasphemous hymn forged in the heat of doubt. Rage and faith spiral together in this spiritual confrontation between creator and creation. What better way to die than asking the questions no one dares to voice?

"For in silence, our heart bleeds." This is a compilation of poems, short stories, and spoken word.

this will be a collection of poetry I have wrote myself. they come from my past traumas heartbreak personnel experiences as well as wisdom I have gained

My midnight thoughts through a keyhole.

> We are not born to fit the molds we're given. I am not who they expect. I am not what they define. I've been bullied, ignored, underestimated. But I taught myself. I created myself. From trash to truth, from silence to poetry. This is my confession. My reflection. My rebellion. I Am Lonewolf.

enjoy as I leave my heart on paper.

An ode to Bukowski and the act of writing, this poem explores themes of observation, imitation, and the flawed nature of equating age with wisdom. It reflects on the writer's personal experiences with arrogance and the limitations of experience without understanding. The poem uses a conversational tone, blending personal reflection with literary commentary, creating a raw and relatable piece.

I hate parties.

> We are not just one self-we are layers. This poem explores my three faces: Bejie, the quiet and fragile one. Jemar, the man of truth, principle, and professionalism. And Lonewolf, my rebel poet alter ego-confident, wild, and wounded. This is a confession, a reflection, a rebellion. This is the real me.

What words fill me when I speak to myself.

A few of my poems about sleep and some of the consequences I face.

Poems written in a moment of clarity in which I reckon the truly positive.

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.

This poem is about how emotions can be Overwhelming and hard to control. I compared the emotions to traffic lights stuck on yellow, unsure what to do. It feel like you're drowning in your feelings and trying to manage them, like trying to hold water. The poem explores how emotions can be Unpredictable, Overwhelming,Hard to control and most of all Always changing. The poem is about learning to navigate oneself emotions and feel something real. It's a relatable and honest portrayal of emotional struggles.

Fragments of the human heart, exposed and unedited. Words that whisper secrets, echoing the depths of our souls. A collection of raw emotions, poured onto the page like blood from an open wound. Enter at your own risk, for these pages will leave you breathless, broken, and beautifully alive.

This author does not pretend to know much about humans ( or things like that). But i'll tell you what i know, what i've seen, what i've read. all poetry is mine unless stated otherwise.