Unheard Stories

Sa modernong mundo, napaka gulo, ang hirap maging masaya, minsan gugustuhin mo nalang mawala.

re·cov·er·y /rəˈkəv(ə)rē/ Learn to pronounce noun 1. a return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength. i think i might be okay again.

Writing poems is my escape. I wrote what i see,feel, and taste. Some from experience, Some fictional, Pick out a few from my selection, Now it's a little collection.

Some nightmares don't end when you wake up. They follow you. They sit in your chest, in your breath, in the way your eyes scan a room without you even realizing it. The chase doesn't stop just because your eyes open. The fear doesn't disappear just because the world is quiet again. It lingers-subtle, heavy, alive beneath the surface. This story is not about a man chasing someone through the dark. It's about what that chase means. It's about being misunderstood... blamed... unheard... and forced into survival mode when no one else steps in. It's about the silence of people who see you struggling and choose not to help. It's about the pressure of defending yourself in a world that has already made up its mind about you. And deeper than that-it's about abandonment. The kind that doesn't always look obvious. The kind that shows up in denial. The kind that leaves you questioning your reality. This is the story of what happens when fear and abandonment collide at the same time-when your body is running, but your mind is trying to make sense of something much bigger. Because monsters aren't born. They're built. One moment at a time. One experience at a time. One survival instinct at a time. And eventually... you don't just run anymore. You learn. You adapt. You control it.

Jack Miller had behaved well for the entire year. His parents had promised him a puppy that he would get if his behavior and grades were up. Jack kept his end of the bargain and got rewarded. Jack receives the most adorable little puppy there ever was. The puppy was no ordinary dog. Jack and his new dog pair up in this new adventure and do good for Newmore community. They return what belongs to Aldonia and in the process, uncover the actual extinction reason of dinosaurs and what gave the world its Iron Age...in this new Aldonia series, as they see that everything happens for a reason.

This is poetry written for Martina (not gonna add the last name for privacy reasons ofc) about Martina and involving her just the same, All poems are related tho 1,2,8,13,20 are very descriptive and not wholly tied to the story that runs through the other poems tho it does through 8 and 13 somewhat 1,2 are totally excluded from it as at first this poetry line was meant to only be 2 parts which were the first 2

An anthology of thoughts

A poetry

Into the unknown... A seamless, uncomplicated, unfeigned escape from the unsaid, unheard and exhausting life. A peek into the unknown... A place that has no location Silence rules it has no population People seem blank in this valley Only words have voice in this alley Look closely around to find your light Your Life is not dark, it's just night A book where emotions, passion, thoughts, care, love, sadness, agony and words mold together to make something new. My journey to find life, happiness, and keep everything close to my heart that I lost. A short poems and poetry collection by me. Everything here is written by me, I am no expert so please bear with it. I am just expressing my thoughts and not trying to prove how I am the best poet here. Welcome to my unknown safe haven. 𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍 Welcome into the unknown 𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍

« She was the girl who talks others out of suicide, but has a hard time doing the same for herself. She truthfully assures everyone how beautiful, lovely, wonderful and precious they all are, because she didn't want them to feel the way she does; the opposite. » She was the girl who felt INFERIOR. ©️Bibi Noorree, 2019

Hear me out, for I am unheard. -I

She who is overlooked for being too weak and overreacting. For someone you know who needs someone to notice, but could end up being too late.

They got stuck in my throat. They clung in my tongue's tip. They kept me awake at night. They are unheard, undiscussed. Do you know what they are? They are the unsaid words of untold poetry.

Not everyone is accepted. Popular Social 'Mainstream' Or is fond of being labled That would be me And my friends we were always the not up to code people. Everyone we know who is popular smokes and drinks not us were straight edge. All we want is to share our story. And this is one of them

Unheard is a raw and intimate piece about what it feels like to be surrounded by people yet still feel completely invisible. It dives into the quiet battles we fight in our own minds, the screams no one hears, the pain no one notices, and the desperate wish for something as simple as being acknowledged. If you've ever felt unseen, overlooked, or silenced, this poem will speak to you in the way words sometimes can when nothing else does.

Different people. Different Story. Tangled connections. Ill-fated relationships. Chaos. Pain. Dip-shit situations. Individuals with a different point of view clashing for what they believe is right.

and if only you knew how much she did love you when it lasted, you wouldn't have left. maybe. probably. THE GIRL WHO SPIT FLOWERS. a poetry narration book. seopresso, 2017.

A story about a craving that turned into a lesson on how not to listen.