Wordsmatter Stories

My poetry experiments

Words are like flower𝒔 that'll bloom beautifully, positively, enthusiastically if there's a adequate amount of care. At the same they also die if there's no care If there's no love and respect, they start pouring negative thoughts and sometimes they just die without saying anything !!! 🌸

A collection of poems that ranges from melcolny to love experiences express from myself. Some poems will uplift you too do greater things . Others will have you snobbing.

Letting go is never easy, especially when the person you're losing is still here. Sometimes, the most painful goodbyes come without closure-without the final words or moments we expect. This piece explores the quiet ache of releasing what we once held close, and the journey of finding peace in the absence. It's a reminder that it's okay to grieve without answers, and that letting go, though hard, is sometimes the only way to heal.

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.

Words aren't just sounds or scribbles on a page-they're the invisible forces that shape our lives. A simple phrase can lift someone up, push them forward, or even change their future. Take Amina, a mother in Malaysia. Every night, she writes letters to her daughter in both Malay and English, filling them with lessons about resilience, kindness, and dreams. Years later, her daughter-now a writer herself-publishes those letters, inspiring thousands of young women to embrace their heritage while chasing their ambitions. These aren't just feel-good stories. They're proof that words carry weight. A kind message can spark confidence. A story can shift perspectives. A simple "I believe in you" can be the reason someone doesn't give up. Words don't just move hearts-they move lives.

♡ thoughts written randomly ♡ She feels Everything So deeply Even when she Can't express it She still feels it 🌼🌼🌼

Sometimes you try to help people until there's nothing left of you. You give food, time, compassion - and still, they go right back to the same darkness. This is a story told through real moments - a man digging through trash when food was already offered for free, another who gave nicotine to a child, and another who keeps falling asleep in the streets, sick and lost. I've watched them fall apart in front of me. I've tried to feed them, wake them, warn them - until I realized some people don't want saving. This poem is about that breaking point - when trust finally gives up, when your heart goes numb, and when you start locking your doors not just to keep danger out, but to protect what's left of your peace. It's not just a story about them. It's about me too - about what happens when compassion turns into exhaustion, when helping hurts, and when you finally understand that love without boundaries will destroy you. Because you can't fix what won't face the truth. And you can't save everyone.

in which a loser meets a freak. #wordsmatter i wrote this in 2015. for some reason, i put the whole thing back in my drafts. now 4 years later, i am republishing it.

In this book i will be writing some quotes...

i hid it well. but now it is for you to see as i lay bare with just one layer of poetry Cover by jas-the-bookie.

A slam poem

A month-by-month "Outrage and Resistance Chronicle" of the Trump administration's first year... written to help restore the voices of everyone on the planet stricken speechless by this crazy roller coaster ride! - DM

The year was 1971, and Khalid Muhammad spoke out emphatically against the violence and drugs that plagued the Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn community, and tragically he's killed as a result of. Following soon after, a bitter, violent, vortex encircles the lives of his family. It's now 1985, and his wife Waseema struggles against all odds to hold the family down, but it all gets away from her, quickly. The oldest son, Mustapha, resorts to selling drugs; Rasheed, another sibling, gets caught up in robbing drug dealers; and a sister, Shaheeda, falls prey to the crack-cocaine and prostitution that ravages the once proud and thriving Bushwick-Hylan Projects. To only make matters worse, Rasheed and his crew rob a larger than life stash of cash and drugs from one of Brooklyn's top dope pushers, and then make plans to take down his main stash next. In the complex web and circle of events that take place next, Rasheed unwittingly stumbles on a break surrounding circumstances involving his father's death; and the web is further tangled as he finds out all too late, that unknowingly, betrayal by his lover, and his best friend hinder his quest to get closer to the ones responsible. However, his crew, and his family manage to all unite in an attempt to get from under the clutches of a phycotic drug king-pen, Carlos. In the all too thrilling, Houdini-like finish, his father's past threatens to hold on to secrets that may one day set Rasheed free from his demons. But, all is not lost as Khalid's last words are revealed; a Arabic translation for the melodramatic lunacy of Rasheed's crazed world-the only clue...dunya!

Copyright © 2025 Mayelin Luciano Santos. All rights reserved. First of all, welcome! all poems are written by me. In this first part, I invite you to dive into reflections on life, self-definition, and the power of words. Each poem is an exploration of how our actions speak louder than our words, how peace and happiness don't rely on external factors but are born within ourselves. Through these verses, I seek to share the journey of finding inner strength, self-respect, and the importance of protecting our peace. Here, words are not only meant to express but to transform. This book has a Spanish version called "Ecos de mi alma".

"This is more than words. This is the voice of generations flowing through me. Read carefully, feel it, and let it rise in you." This poem is a declaration of ancestral power and resilience. It carries the voices of generations whose strength, courage, and sacrifices are etched into the blood and bones of their descendants. Every barefoot step, every whispered song, every secret dance is alive in the speaker. It honors the women who walked through storms, healed with herbs, and sang beneath the moonlight; the ancestors whose prayers and sacrifices built the foundation for survival against impossible odds. This poem reminds us that every tear we shed, every step we take, every breath we draw, is an extension of those who came before. "Roots That Sing" is a tribute to the unbroken lineage of resilience, courage, and sacred hope, calling us to rise and carry the legacy forward. "Powerful illustration of a figure standing tall, surrounded by glowing, intertwining roots and ghostly silhouettes of ancestors. Symbolizes the strength, resilience, and unbroken lineage of generations flowing through one person."

Random poems that I wrote. :))

It's been almost 5 years since I started writing It's been almost 5 years since I kept doubting Always thought my words were personal and should be kept like that Until I realised my words can help and influence thousands ahead I have decided to share my words and end this crazy practice For whenever I've been in doubt I've done exactly the opposite Its been almost 5 years since I started writing It took me 5 years to realise I can do this.

𝑰𝒅𝒌 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 🌻 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘 , 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑠𝑛𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 ,𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐸'𝑆 𝑂𝑁𝐸 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺 🦋