Spokenword Stories

Every heart holds a story, and every story leaves a weight behind. The Weight We Carry is a living collection - written in real time, in the middle of survival, burnout, healing, and trying again anyway. These poems come from the spaces between responsibilities: grocery aisles, late nights, applications, shifts, side hustles, and the quiet moments when everything finally catches up. This collection explores the ache of memory, the exhaustion of caring too much, the frustration of broken systems, and the complicated reality of choosing to help when it costs you something. There is grief here, and anger, and dark humor. There is healing, but it is not linear. Hope shows up when it can, but it doesn't pretend to fix everything. Through raw, unfiltered verses, The Weight We Carry holds space for the people who keep going without applause - the helpers, the burned out, the ones trying to build something better while still carrying their own survival on their backs. These poems are for anyone who has felt the weight of the world press down and kept moving anyway. Not because it was easy. But because stopping was never really an option.

Between Quiet Moments There are feelings we never explain out loud. Moments where anxiety quietly sits beside us. Moments where silence feels safer than speaking. Moments where we try to exist without being misunderstood. This collection is made from those moments. Not every poem here is searching for answers. Some are simply trying to breathe through ordinary days, awkward conversations, crowded places, quiet thoughts, and emotions we struggle to name.

──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 is a poetic memoir of becoming, an unfolding of myself, one fragile petal at a time. This collection traces my journey through the fragile and tangled years of teenagehood. Through each poem, you would get a glimpse of raw and unfiltered moments of love, heartbreak, loss, confusion and even hints of clarity. The title is more than just a name : it is a metaphor of growth and acceptance . Each year, each experience was a petal unfolding . Some were soft like teenage innocence while others were jagged, stained with blood, weathered by heartbreak and resilient in reaching. Some were glowing red under the eternal sunlight of euphoria while others were withered due to the droughts of insecurity and floods of pent up emotions . But together these roses compose the bouquet of my becoming. Now I offer this bouquet to you, dear reader, and hope you find petals of your own and embrace the garden you are meant to be. ──────── ₊⋆☽◯☾⋆₊ ──────── 𝟒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 ⟪ h i g h e s t r a n k i n g s ⟫ #1 in poesia (out of 15k stories) #1 in spokenword (out of 4.57k stories) #1 in personalthoughts (out of 2.5k stories) #1 in personalexperience (out of 1.57k stories) #1 in freeverse (out of 7.74k stories)

Not everything the heart feels is meant to be said out loud. ✨

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

We all carry ghosts. Not the kind that haunt old houses - the ones hiding inside us. The dreams we buried, the trauma we dodge, the love we're scared to feel. Ghost is about the chase. The harder you run from the parts of yourself you fear, the faster they find you. This one's for anyone tired of running in the dark. Maybe it's time to turn around. Maybe it's time to accept the ghost.

A poem about feeling lost, hiding pain behind a smile, and searching for the person you used to be. Through loneliness, anxiety, and self-doubt, the narrator struggles to reconnect with their true self while holding onto hope that healing is still possible.

Just some thoughts about anxiety in the form of poetry. Excerpt from 5-4-3-2-1: A ring echoes in my bones. My bouncing legs - still, then carry me towards the hall. The pitter-patter and my heart beat, rhythmic chest compressions - forcing breath back into me. All rights reserved for my poems and writing.

To be read out loud. The same level of emotion but with stricter parameters.

Poems for you and I

Poems is my way to cope, so here they are, 100% unedited and raw. Words coming from my own feelings and experiences in this world. Including everything from trauma, mental health/illness, SA etc. So *TRIGGER WARNING* From the perspective of a 13 - 18 year old girl

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.

Between petals and pauses, between prayers and promises, there are stories we never say aloud. Lavender Lines is a collection of poems about soft hearts, quiet courage, fleeting seasons, and the beauty of carrying hope through it all. Each poem is a pressed flower from a moment once lived, once loved, or once lost. Written with tenderness and honesty, this collection invites you to wander through pages scented with memory, faith, longing, and becoming. May these lavender lines find you exactly when you need them.

They say poetry is soft. This isn't soft. This is marrow. This is memory. This is the sound a woman makes when she refuses to die quietly. BROWNISH is a raw, unfiltered collection of musings in B-minor-where love letters are written in trembling ink, battle cries echo from childhood wounds, and resurrection songs rise from the ashes of shame, silence, and survival. Through the eyes of Andrea Tumblin-also known to readers as Ilianna Binoche/Novia Kane-this nonfiction poetry collection dares to speak what many only whisper: the ache of being misunderstood, the weight of generational pain, the fury of invisibility, and the holy rebellion of choosing to live anyway. These poems do not beg to be liked. They demand to be felt. If you've ever swallowed your truth to survive... If you've ever loved harder than you were loved back... If you've ever covered your eyes, ears, and mouth just to make it through another day... This book is your mirror. This book is your matchstick. Come for the love letters. Stay for the resurrection. Somewhere between brown and becoming- you will find yourself.

To fully understand the meaning behind my poems you have to look inside. go deep. These are written from my pain when I write these its like I'm there but I'm not it's all sub conscious like a black out I just start writing. My pain is sealed on every single word to form every sentence if you cannot handle looking inside of someone else's head feeling their pain if you don't want to feel it don't read. this is my mind and my mind alone. I write for the ones in pain. The mind of: Lance Harbison Created and written by: Lance Harbison Edited and Published by: Carsyn Johnson Cover art created by: Sentiment.quotes (Instagram of Carsyn Johnson)

⚠️ Before you read: This isn't a love story of any form It's not what the world wants to hear about love, it's what I've seen, felt, and questioned. Read with an open mind. Please, dear readers, remember that there is always hope. I know it isn't easy, but hold on to that small light within you, don't let it go.

Spoken poetries

Thoughts written in my heart

In a world where words are weapons and silence is a shield, one voice remains unheard. Torn between the pressure to be someone else and the desire to simply be herself, the protagonist grapples with the weight of unspoken thoughts. Her heart aches as she wishes she could speak the truth, but fear and doubt silence her. "When I Wish I Could Say Something" is an emotional journey of self-discovery, vulnerability, and the inner conflict between staying silent and standing up for one's truth. Every unspoken word builds a wall between her and the world around her, but will she ever find the strength to break free? In a society that demands conformity, this raw, poetic exploration will make you question the value of your own voice and what happens when it's silenced.

A Carnival of Small Apocalypses These are poems for the hours after midnight, when the neon hums louder than reason and the world briefly forgets how to pretend. Inside these pages, goldfish learn theology from television screens. Ghosts linger in diners. Prophets miss their exits. Machines dream of salvation. The faithful wrestle with doubt, the doubtful wrestle with faith, and ordinary people carry the quiet weight of living through strange times. Part witness, part confession, part roadside sermon, these free verse spoken-word poems wander through forgotten towns, crowded headlines, broken promises, flickering screens, and the stubborn mysteries that refuse to leave us alone. Some are angry. Some are mournful. Some laugh in places they probably shouldn't. Together they form a carnival of small endings and unexpected beginnings-a collection of voices searching for meaning beneath neon skies, beneath static, beneath the noise. Step right up. The lights are already flickering. The ride has already begun.