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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.

Understand a piece of yourself

The Story of the lone misfit, put into the mind of a poetic mind.

For every baby born in Jamaica Queens.

memories don't leave away...

Before I met him, I had lost my faith in love and for me it was a known stranger with harsh words and fires and burns. But in the midst of chaos, he came like a new season with extended arms and kindest charms, tasting a bit like heaven. If there were any second chances in my life for love, I knew I took this one and my world has never been more better.

Here is another short poetry it's about self love. It's something that we all need to do we all need to love ourselves more than anyone and anything else.

A short poem about saving yourself.

A poem about being unique

This poem is for the quiet ones who rise above the noise, the judgment, and the distractions. You walk through life unbothered, holding your power close and letting your actions speak louder than opinions. Every challenge is fuel, every doubter is a reminder, and every moment of silence is your strength. You are unseen, unstoppable, and unapologetically yourself.

A collection of my original poems and songs. Cover art by Jackie Lane (thanks mum)

"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."

Gods creation is beautiful, you are part of Gods creation, therefore you are beautiful!

Lord, Kiss Me is a poem that leverages on the emotion of a fictional person desperate for the saviour's lord. His life hangs on a kiss, To the Chronicler, the "Kiss" is the highest expression of agape love. The poem is full of awe striking images such as cold weather, emotions of hazyness, guilt and leverages on the supranatural etc

love poem

Marcus Pfister wrote the original story. It revolves around a stunning fish that is proud of its good looks. His rudeness and refusal to share cost it all of its friends. Later, it discovered the value of giving and how it may make others happy.

Just shattered pieces of my mind put together 🧩

a poetry about prison and open doors.

The screen fades to black. A heartbeat echoes-slow, steady, heavy. Then a voice: "You don't know me. You don't know where I come from. You don't know what I carry." The scene sharpens. Eyes lock. The air vibrates with silence, the kind that makes the hairs on your neck rise. The kind that warns you: something dangerous is standing in front of you. This isn't anger that shouts. It isn't rage that flails. This is control on the edge of breaking. This is a storm contained in a glass, one crack away from spilling over. Someone smirks. Someone tests. Someone says the wrong words-"I get down." And the world tilts. The blackout rises. The other self wakes up. This poem takes you inside that moment-the shaking hands, the locked stare, the choice to turn away before the darkness swallows everything. It's the raw confession of what it means to inherit fury, to be born into fire, to live with a split inside you: one calm, one ready for war. You'll walk the property line where fear doesn't exist. You'll feel the warning spoken with chilling calm: "Try me if you want to. You have been warned." And you'll understand why respect isn't asked for-it's commanded. This is not just poetry. This is survival written in blood and memory. This is the blackout no one wants to see, yet everyone will remember. Stop scrolling. Step into the story. Once you read it, there's no turning back.

Yes, I realize I have friends and family that love me. But they aren't at my co-op and youth group. I'm just tired of feeling like I'll never fit in. Maybe I just can't.