Lifeunfiltered Stories

I left the park this morning. I couldn't even go to the dog park without hearing gunshots. Echoing through the air, relentless, tearing through peace like it was normal. Around the corner, a playground filled with kids. Each field packed, sneakers pounding grass, laughter struggling to survive, while bullets and echoes screamed above. This isn't just noise-it's trauma. Innocence exposed. Childhood interrupted. Every gunshot a reminder that someone's disregard outweighs safety, empathy, and humanity. Kids learn fear before they even know joy. Hypervigilance becomes their first lesson. And adults act like it's normal, like nothing is wrong. I had to leave. I couldn't sit there and breathe that poison. It's reckless. It's cruel. It's a warning of the world we're letting our children inherit. Wake up. Open your eyes. The fields are filled with future trauma, the playground is a warning, and your bullets are the soundtrack of broken childhoods. This poem is raw, undeniable, and unflinching. It's a call to see the truth, a reminder that life is too short to normalize chaos, and a demand for accountability.

Twenty Eight Days is a raw and unfiltered journey through grief, struggle, and resilience. It chronicles the heavy weight of loss, the isolation of life on the edge, and the small but profound moments of human connection that spark hope. Written with brutal honesty, it captures the emotional turbulence of living through hardship while searching for meaning, stability, and a reason to keep going. Every line reflects pain, vulnerability, and the quiet strength it takes to survive-even when the world seems to have forgotten you.

"Walking in 23-through the valleys, through the shadows, with no fear of evil. Every step carries legacy, every move honors purpose. From the courts of basketball legends to the paths we walk in life, 23 is more than a number-it's strength, resilience, and awakening."

Angels Among Us" is a raw, unfiltered journey through encounters that reveal unseen forces guiding and protecting us. From moments of vulnerability to revelations that pierce the soul, this poem explores grief, hope, resilience, and the whispers of the divine in everyday life. A tribute to unseen lessons, quiet guardians, and the power of connection, this is a story of surviving, seeing, and feeling beyond the ordinary.

In a world that judges before it understands, I learned the power of seeing without condemning. Every life carries storms, every soul battles shadows, and some stories are too raw, too real to ignore. I met him in silence, a stranger from streets I've only witnessed in fragments, yet his voice resonated with truth, pain, and resilience. He shared a world most fear to reveal, and in listening, I discovered the weight of judgment, the strength of acceptance, and the courage to rise above fear. This is not just a poem. It's a confession, a witness, a journey through life, loss, temptation, and the unwavering light that refuses to bow. It's about honesty, humanity, and the moments that remind us we are all more than the labels society places on us. Open your eyes. Listen to the spaces between silence and the sky. Feel the truth in every word, every line, every heartbeat that refuses to be silenced.

They preach forgiveness with clean hands, but leave footprints soaked in silence. Church lights shine while backyards whisper truths no one wants to hear. Blood, pain, wisdom, judgment-they all collide in the corners of a world that refuses to be soft. This is raw. This is real. This is life unfiltered. Step in, open your eyes, and feel every word like it's your own heartbeat. No edits. No sugar. Just the pulse of truth, of loss, of survival. The wound is here, the story is here, and the voices you thought you couldn't hear-they're finally speaking.

Step into my world, where every street, every corner, every house holds buried pain no one dares speak of. Walk with me as I feel the echoes of history, the weight of forgotten stories, and the unspoken grief carried through generations. Miss Hazel guides me, showing the hidden truths behind library chairs where children never came, closed doors where dreams were denied, and houses heavy with history I can feel in my bones. The city whispers sorrow, yet arrogance walks freely, ignorance thrives, and fake energy tries to hide behind smiles. I speak, I shout, I rise - untamed, unapologetic, unstoppable. Every glance, every encounter, every shadow I pass fuels the fire of my voice, the rage of the present, and the awareness of the past. This is my energy. This is my truth. This is me, unapologetically walking through history and reality alike.

**"Red van parked. Numbers standing out - 555888. Old man steps, glances, shadows moving. I sit. I watch. I breathe. Every detail tells a story. Every moment matters. The world swirls around me, yet I remain grounded. Quiet strength, presence, and observation - Seeing what others miss. 🌸 Do you notice the small moments that speak the loudest?"**

My random hard won advice learned from 12 long years of marriage to a king of nothing. Nobody had to die for that guy to claim the title either, but he taught me the greatest lesson I could ever teach my children, and for that I am grateful. He unwittingly taught me that our bodies and hearts are ours to give if and how we choose, and we don't owe anything to anyone just because we love them. Life is not like the movies, we can't love anyone if we don't first love ourselves, and slapping a title on someone does not make it matter more than the cost of the ink it is written in. Step, Mr./Mrs., Mother, Husband, Wife, Father, King, or personal savior do not turn anyone into something more than what they really are, no amount of love or adoration can make a hero out of a joker, and that's not anyone's fault, that is just a fact. We are all capable of change, we all have a vision of what we wish we could be, but just because we say it doesn't make it so. I believe we all have goodness that can move mountains, but we all don't know how to get out of our own way to save ourselves when we are faced with the hard choices. This is my reminder to the ones that want more and know deep down, that no one else but ourselves can give it to us.

In the shadows of memory and the whispers of the unseen, Endless Echoes dives into the raw, unfiltered essence of life-where flesh and bone meet blood and spirit. A journey through grief, power, and the unspoken truths that linger long after the world has moved on. Dare to look closer, linger longer, and feel the pulse of every word.

The story of mine

"Life is a kaleidoscope of moments, constantly shifting between the beautiful and the unexpected." This story/article explores the simple yet profound topics that we often wonder about in our daily lives. It's a glimpse into my perspective on life - a way of seeing the world that might differ from others, but that's the beauty of it. The purpose of this piece is to encourage readers to view life through someone else's eyes, to spark curiosity, and maybe even see things in a new light. A little advice: Think of it as a light, easy read. (Its for your own mental health😜)

It's Sunday in Fort Route, Florida, and the streets are alive... with chaos. People act like it's a festival, cars move too close, and every corner has a character testing your patience. Sweat, heat, and pure activation-this is what Sunday mornings really feel like.

Chapter One throws you straight into chaos. The streets are alive with desperate energy, every corner filled with people ready to fight, flee, or survive. Cars screech, pavement cracks, and the air is thick with tension, smoke, and the smell of survival. Amidst it all, I roll in like an angel untouched by the madness, scanning, laughing, and trying to navigate this festival of chaos without losing myself. This isn't fiction-it's real-life street apocalypse, raw and unapologetic.

Step into the storm with Alex-raw, unapologetic, and unbreakable. Alone, Unstoppable - Alex's Storm is not just a poem; it's a force of nature, a declaration of self, and a testament to resilience. Every word burns with fire, every line strikes with intent, every verse shatters chains. This is the voice of someone who has felt the weight of silence, the sting of judgment, and the pain of being unseen-and has risen above it all. In this poem, Alex stands alone in a room, confronting shadows, ignorance, and fear with unwavering strength. She channels anger into power, pain into purpose, and silence into a storm that cannot be tamed. This is a journey through raw emotion: the fury that refuses to be contained, the strength that refuses to be hidden, the fire that refuses to die. Every line is a mirror of resilience, every stanza a testament to the unstoppable human spirit. For anyone who has ever been underestimated, dismissed, or silenced, this poem is a declaration: your energy is yours, your power is yours, and no one can take it from you. Stand tall, claim your presence, and let your voice echo through the world. Alex is not just a name; she is a force, a storm, a relentless power that cannot be ignored. She is fire, lightning, and unyielding strength. She is untamed, unapologetic, and alive. Alone, Unstoppable is her battle cry, her truth, and her legacy. It is for those who refuse to bow, who refuse to apologize, and who refuse to be anything less than the full, unapologetic force of their being. Rise. Rage. Claim your power. Be unstoppable.