Spokenword Stories

Volume nineteen. Poetry. Raw and unpolished. All human. Nothing artificial. Some may be offended. It is what it is.

Volume twenty. A special collection of poetry. Dark and dissociative. An exposition of the dreary and abyssal. No AI herein. All human.

Spoken word poetry compilation Waves symbolize peace and turmoil. It eases our struggling minds and brings havoc to peaceful moments. This piece is a collection of poems that talk about life, struggles, and dreams. Visit my fb page: warriorM yt channel: warriorMulan16 For spoken poetry version Thank you 😊

The words l couldn't say out loud

My take on "man vs bear" (trigger warning!! mentions of rape etc)

This poetry series speaks for the people reduced to categories, numbers, and assumptions. It challenges what we're taught to ignore-and asks a simple question: When did we stop seeing each other as human?

A collection of poems and spoken word from a perspective of a lost mind, to one that began discovering itself. Through perseverance, courage, weaknesses, to lessons, allow the pieces inside to prove to you no one is alone in their thoughts. With over 10 years of works to go through, these pages are filled with undeniable words that I for one, have denied myself. Read it like you are watching a 13 year old girl grow to find herself over the years, the ups and downs of womenhood, and the trials and tribulations us teenagers and young adults go through.

A collection of poems, writing, music-inspired thoughts, and late-night feelings poured straight from the heart. Some pieces are soft. Some are sad. Some are about love, healing, heartbreak, memories, and the words we never got to say. This is a little corner for emotions, honesty, and the kind of thoughts that come alive when the world gets quiet. ❤️

pieces of a puzzle i'm not sure i want to finish a messy compilation of late-night blurbs, rhythm-less poetry, and the thoughts too loud to keep inside. welcome to the pages of my mind

Some love stories don't end with goodbye. They end with silence. "The Night I Stopped Writing for Her" is a dark, poetic journey through heartbreak, memory, and the quiet death of a love that refused to let go. It's about the nights spent writing letters that were never read, mourning a future that never arrived, and finally laying those words to rest. This isn't a story about forgetting someone. It's about surviving the version of yourself that loved them. For everyone who has ever loved in silence and learned that some goodbyes echo forever. 053sadboy

Collections of poems and short stories Someday I will be fine I know who I am and no one goes tell me what to do I can find my own happiness than someone other than you #4 fall July 3 #1 winter girls July 3 #2 mood July 3

Para sa mga hindi sigurado, gusto nang sumuko at sa mga gustong matuto. A prose and poetry book full of advices and thoughts para sa mga sugat na hihilom, naghihilom at maghihilom. Language: Tagalog and English. HIGHEST RANKING: #2 in poetry #1 in spokenword #2 in tula #55 in thoughts #15 in motivation #1 in essays #18 in advice #4 in quotes

Spoken word poetry pieces that I personally wrote but didn't really have a chance to perform onstage. So sit back, relax, and enjoy reading and feeling the heartaches.

There is the world everyone else lives in, and then there is the sickle world. ​It's a place where a change in the weather isn't just an inconvenience-it's a physical threat. Where plans are always written in pencil because your own blood cells can decide to stage a coup at any given moment. ​The Sickle World is a collection of raw, conversational prose and poetry written from the trenches of chronic illness. It's not an idealized story of "triumphing over adversity," nor is it a clinical breakdown of a medical condition. Instead, it's a blunt, middle-of-the-night look at the reality of living in a body that hurts. It captures the heavy silence of the hospital room, the frustration of being misunderstood by a healthy world, the exhausting mental math of pacing your own energy, and the quiet, stubborn resilience it takes to keep breathing through a crisis. ​This is for anyone who knows what it's like to mourn the versions of themselves they had to leave behind. It's for the chronically ill who are tired of being told to "stay positive," and for the people who love them who want to finally understand what it really feels like inside the storm. ​No filters. No toxic positivity. Just the beautiful, painful, absolute truth of a life lived one heartbeat at a time.

An imaginative perspective of being betrayed.

"I only loved her in the dark... because the mirror showed me someone I couldn't stand." Pitch Black Room is a raw collection of poems and letters about hating your reflection, surviving the weight of your own mind, and finally-slowly-choosing yourself. For anyone who's ever wanted to disappear... For anyone still fighting to stay.

Poems and stories that we all go through and sometimes we don't want to face it or think about it, but sometimes hearing it from someone else or seeing how that person deals with it can help. This book is personal and every chapter, story and poem hold every memory, feeling and experience of my life.

Forgotten Bonds Some people leave without saying goodbye. Not because they stopped caring, but because time quietly rewrote the story they once shared with us. Forgotten Bonds is a collection of heartfelt poems about love that faded, friendships that slipped through the cracks, memories that refuse to disappear, and the quiet ache of becoming strangers to people who once felt like home. Each poem captures a different fragment of loss, healing, hope, and the invisible threads that continue to connect us long after we've let go. If you've ever searched for someone in an old photograph, heard a song that took you back, or wondered whether someone still remembers your name, these pages were written for you. Because some bonds are never truly forgotten. They simply become the stars we look for when the night feels lonely. Written by El Dorado.

A compilation of poems written by me in no specific order. DISCLAIMER: Some poems and/or topics may be too sensitive for certain audiences and/or children.

When the mirror doesn't lie and the silence hits harder, you learn to hype yourself up in the dark. This is about ⚫ broken pieces, fake glow, and choosing yourself with a loud voice.