Poetryandart Stories

Life depicted as a Subway. A short transcript that compares both the subjects and gives it a silky end touch.

"This is a moment suspended between sunlight and shadows, between innocence and judgment. A little girl reaches toward the world, her hand stretching for connection, and in her presence, truth whispers. Adults blind to currents beneath the surface pass her by, yet life pulses quietly, powerfully, beneath the ordinary. Every heartbeat, every glance, every fleeting interaction holds meaning far beyond what we see. Morning echoes with memory, with legacy, with the invisible threads that connect us all. This is about witnessing life as it unfolds, raw and unstoppable, and feeling the currents of humanity align in ways that cannot be ignored. These are the moments that remind us we are never alone, that our presence matters, and that our legacy is carved not in silence, but in every action we choose to make real."

This poem is for the silent warriors-the ones underestimated, overlooked, and dismissed. It's about surviving the fire that others thought would consume you, transforming every attack into strength, and rising unseen yet undeniable. Your power doesn't need applause; your growth speaks for itself.

The Letters We Never Sent By Hrizz She spoke through poems. He bled emotions through sketches. They never talked. Until the letters began. Poorva Chauhan is the quiet poetry girl no one notices. Hritik Dawda is the brooding artist who's mastered the art of staying invisible. At Edenridge High, they exist in separate shadows-until a mysterious letter tucked in an old library locker changes everything. Through anonymous notes, raw poetry, and hidden drawings, they start to fall-hard. But falling for someone you've never seen is one thing. Facing the truth when secrets unravel? That's another. When one letter reveals more than it should, identities come crashing down. And Hritik's hidden trauma might be the thing that tears them apart. A slow-burn teenage romance about art, grief, healing, and the words we leave behind.

Rising from the ashes, I claim my power. 🔥 Every challenge, every shadow, every doubt fuels my fire. I am unstoppable, unshakable, and unapologetically me. Watch me transform pain into strength and let the world feel my light. ✨ #PhoenixFire #RiseAbove #InnerStrength #UnstoppableEnergy #DivinePower

This isn't just a story-it's my truth, my fire, my reality. Life will always reveal who people really are when they think you're not watching, when they think you don't feel, when they assume you'll just carry what doesn't belong to you. But I don't. I don't carry dead weight, I don't bend for hypocrisy, and I don't shrink for judgment. I read energy, I see masks fall, I hear the lies between the lines. I'm not here to play savior or sponge for chaos-I'm here to stand in my light. And that light? It blinds the ones who live in shadow. They block me, they delete themselves, they run from the mirror I hold up. That's not my loss-it's their reflection. I am Alexandria-whole, gifted, unshakable, unstoppable since birth. My boundaries are sacred, my awareness is sharp, and my presence is power. To everyone reading this-protect your energy, honor your gifts, and never apologize for being too much. The ones meant to walk with you will align. The rest will disappear. That's divine timing. That's truth. That's me-raw, real, unfiltered.