Spoken-word Stories

just a random collection of my poetries

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ :- ɪɴᴋ & ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ... ᴅᴇꜱᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ:- ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ... ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ʜᴇ... ɪɴᴋ & ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ 21-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ ʙᴏʏ ꜱɪᴛꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ʙᴜʀɴᴛ-ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴛʀᴇᴇᴛʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛ. ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ... ᴡᴇʟʟ... ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʀᴇ... ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ... ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ... ʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ... ɪɴ ɪɴᴋ... ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʟɪᴘꜱᴇ... ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ...

Not Okay, But Writing Anyway is a raw, unfiltered poetry collection chronicling the emotional aftermath of my breakup. Written in real time, these poems reflect the heartache, confusion, longing, and slow healing that comes from losing not just a partner, but a best friend. If you've ever been left with more feelings than closure, this book might speak to you. This book is also a light memoir. Thank you for reading.

. Started : March 12, 2026 Ended: - © @whimsicalbbydoll

After cancer, love may be the only disease capable of destroying a person completely. Cancer may welcome you with the quiet gift of death, but love is cruel in another way-it never lets you die. Instead, it tears your heart into a million fragile pieces. The more deeply you love, the more silently your heart bleeds. The harder you try to push it away, the stronger it pulls you back into its gravity. And if that love is one-sided, it becomes a strange place where heaven and hell exist together- where you feel the warmth of hope and the burning of pain at the very same moment. Love does not end you. It simply leaves you alive enough to feel everything.

The mold in the corners-it has learned my name. It breathes when I breathe, it thinks I'm the same.

A collection of poems about fading memories, love that lingers, and the quiet ache of growing up. Some poems bloom like roses. Some bleed like thorns. This book holds both.

Where's the truth? Oh, where's the truth? Buried under tongue and tooth.

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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.

A collection of raw poetry from the quiet places people rarely speak about. Inside this chamber live thoughts about pain, silence, love, anger, and the emotions we hide from the world. Each poem is a key. Some unlock memories. Some unlock truth. And some might unlock a part of you that has been waiting to be heard. Welcome to the chamber.

Step into the world of lowriders, oldies, and unstoppable pride. Brown Eyes & Chrome Dreams is a celebration of a Chicana's strength, beauty, and culture-a story told in rhythm, chrome, and red lipstick. With every step she takes, heads turn, hearts beat, and the streets come alive. This is more than a car show; it's a ride through heritage, passion, and the timeless spirit of a woman who knows her worth.

A journey through love, heartbreak, and quiet healing. Each poem is a piece of my soul, written for hearts that still believe in light 🌙💔✨

walls have ears to hear the fear behind my voice. dec 2024- feb 2025.

prose, poems, excerpts & spoken word poetry

Poems are an expression in words of the beauty seen in the things around you. Many a time these words do not entirely encapsulate what you mean or feel but merely are a fragment of the beauty it beholds, whatsoever it may be. This written word is to be looked upon with an open mind, understanding each word and visualise as you go. But these are stories that capture the heart. Vote and Comment your honest thoughts on them. Highly appreciated! 🥈~ in spoken word {11/04/20} 8th ~ in poetry {04/02/22}

Just a place to keep shorts and poems!

Father, is there truly no freedom in this world? All around me I see the tears of those who feel lost. All around me I feel the pain of broken hearts. Why is there so much suffering in this world? Father, are we all just chasing the wind?

AFRICAN BURDEN by the voice of the soul. They came in ships, cloaked in crosses and crowns, Not to pray with us, but to prey on us. Not to teach us Truth, But to tear it from our Tongues. Chains kissed our wrists like venomous lovers. They ripped our fathers, beat drums out of our mother's breast, and called it Civilization. We bled gold into their coffers. Our diamonds crowned their queens, Our cocoa sweetens their tea, And still they called us Savages. They took our children, not just from wombs But from wisdom - Cut the roots of our languages, burned the libraries in our stories, Then asked why we were silent. In Ghana, in Congo, on plantations from Mississippi to Mauritius, We did not break We bent. Bent under bullets, bent under boots, bent under borders we never Drew, but carry on. They mapped our land, not to understand, But to mine it, divide it, devour it. But listen - Our rivers still run with memory. Our mountains whisper names They tried to erase. Africa is not a wound. She is a warrior. And though her back is burdened, Her spine still sings. We carry Pain, yes. But we carry drums too. Songs still echo in our scars, And our tears water the roots of the generation unbroken.

Based on a real event. I went out with a friend to see a movie - nothing unusual. But on the way home, something happened. I was harassed by a stranger while surrounded by people who did nothing. My friend said nothing. I felt frozen, disgusted, and confused. I didn't realize it was assault until later. This poem is about that night - the panic, the guilt that shouldn't be there, and the way fear lingers even when it's over. It's called "Stronger" because that's what I kept telling myself to be. Even when I shouldn't have had to