Honestpoetry Stories

> 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.

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

My midnight thoughts through a keyhole.

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.

Poem noun The way I express and work through my emotions

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

> 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.

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.

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 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.

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

What words fill me when I speak to myself.

enjoy as I leave my heart on paper.