I write to bear the weight of truth, to give form to the raw, unfiltered experiences of life that too often remain unseen or unheard. My words are a refuge for those who feel, suffer, and endure-proof that pain can be expressed, honored, and transformed. I do not write to conform, but to reveal, to speak the unspeakable, and to create a space where emotion is valid, depth is valued, and every story, including my own, can breathe. My poetry is my voice when I cannot speak, my honesty when the world demands silence, and my connection to those seeking resonance, empathy, and understanding.
I write poetry from the heart-stories of strength, survival, and hope. If you enjoy my work and want to support me, you can find me on Ko-fi: lilog224ever. Your support helps me continue creating.
Thank you to everyone in this community for reading, supporting, and connecting with my work. Each poem and story I share is meant to breathe and be experienced in its original form. Its rawness, its heart, and its truth are what give it life. I hope you can appreciate the space I create for expression and allow the words to speak as they were intended. Your support means everything-thank you for being part of this journey.
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                Stories by Alex
              
          
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                      Fuck People: My Peace, My Space, M...
                  
          
          
                      
                        
          
                  
              
          
          
                          
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                  I cannot stand people. That’s the truth. I go places by myself because of this. I’m trying to enjoy my own pe...
          
                      
              
          
                  
                      Death on a Plate 
                  
          
          
                      
                        
          
                  
              
          
          
                          
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                  They called it Jamaican food. They lied. Every bite, every smell, every morsel screamed neglect and disrespec...
          
                      
              
          
                  
                      A Broad Daylight Dream
                  
          
          
                      
                        
          
                  
              
          
          
                          
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                  I had a vivid dream about my best friend and his dad today. It woke me up at 2:22 PM, and the way I woke from...