Deepwriting Stories

Inspired by the song Alibi by sombr. Completely fictional one-shot. Some songs leave questions behind. Some leave stories. This is one interpretation of the one hidden inside Alibi.

A gentle collection of poems rising from chaos into clarity. These pages hold the quiet battles, the unspoken truths, and the soft rebirth of a soul learning to breathe again. For anyone walking through darkness, may these words remind you that light is already on its way.

Sunflowers 🌻✨ She was born beneath the shadow of devotion twisted into chains. Among sunflowers, she tasted fleeting freedom, the golden petals whispering of a life beyond pain. But darkness came like fire, devouring innocence and leaving her spirit charred and silent. This is the story of a girl raised in a cult of burning secrets, her body marked by betrayal, her heart haunted by screams. Yet within the ash lies her ember - the quiet, stubborn hope that one day she will rise, carrying the echoes of her trauma not as a curse, but as a testament to her unbreakable soul.

Season of the Hearts Every heart beats through its own seasons- moments of warmth, storms of longing, and the quiet in-betweens. This collection captures the raw rhythm of love, jealousy, memory, and heartbreak. Written as fragments of a diary, these poems speak of passion, fear, and the fragile hope that keeps us holding on. From tender reflections of youth and friendship, to the intensity of desire, to the ache of losing someone you can't forget-Season of the Hearts is an intimate journey through the emotions we all hide, yet secretly share. For those who have loved. For those who have lost. For those still waiting for their season to begin.

Among crowded streets and countless people, silence still finds me. This is the English translation of a poem originally published on my main profile: @rmyy03 🤍 I hope you enjoy it and feel the same way I felt writing it.

A bunch of poems I wrote! I hope you enjoy them! I wrote a lot of deep poems so uhm yeah! But I really hope you like this! (I CHANGED THE FORMAT!!!)

This story uncovers the hidden parts of the life of a teenage girl. It is not always sweet and marvelous as it might seem. In this 'diary', I will be writing about everyday struggles, thoughts and mental health. I am telling the story of Cara, a 17 year old high-school girl as she navigates life, learns to accept herself and learns how to live with what she inherited(mental illnes and addiction). This book both presents the 'outside'(parts others see) and the 'inside'(what is going on within) of life. PS: the book is written and narrated in a style that is inspired by Rue's narration in Euphoria - raw, objective The book has its fair share of event-telling parts and reflecting back to the past. TW: few mentions of self destructive behaviour, dark philosophy about life, addiction, mental illness and raw description of everyday struggles

Some conversations feed the mind. Others... feed the soul. When two strangers meet over coffee, what begins as a simple question about faith unfolds into something deeper- recognition. Not of faces, but of spirit. Guided by scripture, shaped by struggle, and carried by a rhythm only he can hear, this is the story of a man whose journey was not just lived... but orchestrated. Because sometimes, it's not the song that saves you. It's the beat that nourishes you.

🌊 How the Ocean Drowned the One with Glory By Maren Thorne 𝖂𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕬𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖘 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖑: Where Anchors Fail Have you ever seen the sea take down something too mighty to break? Not because it was weak. But because it was glowing. This is not a love letter. It's a warning. To the ones who rise too high, who carry too much light, who think they can sail untouched. The ocean has a type-he's drawn to glory. And when your shine matches his hunger, he pulls you under. Not because you were broken, But because you burned too brightly. This is a poetry story about drowning without water. About carrying salt in your blood until you feel nothing. About becoming something violent just to survive. And about the pain of being watched while you suffer-only to be blamed for burning. He doesn't care how powerful you are. He waits. He swallows. And when he's done, you'll be just a story told in echoes and fossil bones. Because the ocean doesn't destroy the weak-he devours the ones who dared to be strong.

Walking away, still loving you with every breath. ( English version )

A birthday isn't always a celebration. Sometimes it's just proof that you survived another year. If your birthday doesn't feel special anymore, you'll understand this piece.

Book will be updated every Saturday! ! Some feelings are too heavy to speak... so they become letters instead. Letters to Feelings, People & Things is a collection of unsent words written to everything we loved, lost, feared, and never understood. From heartbreak to healing, from silence to rage, from "I miss you" to "I should've said this earlier" - every letter holds a piece of a story we all live but rarely say out loud. These are not just letters. They are emotions that learned how to breathe on paper. If you've ever felt too much and said too little... this book might feel like home.

To Those Who Walk Through Darkness with wisdom in Their Hands.

A collection of short poems. Hope you enjoy!

Hey! So this is my first ever "online book" and i'm so excited to share these lovely novels with y'all!! I hope you enjoy it and I would love feedback! <3 - Love Katt

He loved a girl who never really loved him. And I loved him... the way cactuses love- quietly, from a distance, with thorns hidden beneath soft petals. Ayansh thinks I'm just a friend. Just a sister. But I've been listening to every heartbreak, every tear he hides in silence. And while he keeps watering the wrong flower... I stay. 🌵 A story about one-sided love, quiet pain, and a girl who never asked to be chosen-only remembered. For the ones who love silently. For the ones who never get picked. This is your story. - Shruti

December feels like a doorway a soft place where the year gathers itself and asks what we learned, what we carried, what we survived. These poems are pieces of my journey : the warnings I ignored, the devotion I misplaced, the victories I didn't see coming, and the quiet mercies that held me when I didn't know how to hold myself. This is my year, unfolded in poems faith, fragility, obedience, and the gentle ways God stitched me back together one lesson at a time. If you've walked through a year that stretched you, maybe you'll find yourself here too.

Smoke - an ethereal metaphor for the drifting mind, fleeting control, and silent peace. This poem explores letting go through the imagery of smoke's journey, its greys, its dull embrace, and its final quietude

Swear to GOD I'm living in hell. Like I truly feel that this is the land of the forsaken. No one really loves anyone anymore. Its like love is only a "word" which means "to like someone profoundly", what the FUCK is that. Everyone is malicious and deceptive and back stabbing. You got "agencies" that actually pay their employers to "care"... To actually FUCKING CARE...what happened to humanity and a loving community. Greed, drugs, porn, prostitution, that's what the FUCK HAPPENED. Now we live in a world where in No One loves you the state then pays certain "agencies" to pick up the lack and do what...."CARE"...IF THIS AINT HELL IT SURE AINT FAR FROM IT ©lyricalslouch