Deepwriting Stories

This was meant to help narrate pain, darkness and hopelessness in a deep manner. It is a series of simple poems which explain the complex nature of emotional and mental suffering. It takes you through a journey of grief, incandescence and regret. The writer in the end says... "Sometimes what offers to help you, is what actually kills you". Simply, do not trust anyone.

Isn't it a paradox? How we sing praises of the moon's serene beauty but seldom honor the Sun, whose relentless fire keeps the moon alight. The Sun, selfless and untiring, burns in silence, giving without expectation, its brilliance too overwhelming for us to gaze at directly. We immortalize the moon in poetry and art, charmed by its cool glow, yet the Sun-steady, fierce, and unyielding-is taken for granted, its constancy mistaken for indifference. Perhaps it's easier to love what doesn't overwhelm us, what feels unattainable and distant. The moon invites us with mystery, while the Sun stands too close, too present, its warmth too familiar to cherish. Yet isn't that the ultimate sacrifice? To be so steadfast, so vital, that you become invisible in your giving. It's a quiet reminder: sometimes, the greatest acts of love are the ones we forget to see.

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

🌊 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.

"I Am The Devil." That's what they call me. The quiet boy in the corner who never laughs, never blinks first, and never forgives a lie. My eyes scare them, my silence unsettles them, and my honesty cuts too deep. I spend my days buried in books, dismantling the world one thought at a time, until she walks in - the girl who dares to look back at me without flinching. She's warmth, I'm frost. She's chaos, I'm control. And yet, she stays. But people like me don't get happy endings. I ruin everything I touch. And when love finds me, it doesn't save me, it shows me just how much destruction I can bring. This is not a story of redemption. This is the story of how I learned to live with being the villain of my own life.

There's battles that don't leave wounds and scars that aren't visible on the surface. How deep can you cut someone before they finally break?

A raw reflection on identity, masks we wear, and the fleeting nature of existence. Lines made of truth, life lived in lies - this piece dives into paradoxes, hidden scars, and the urgency to embrace who you truly are before time dissolves everything. A journey through starlit nights, unspoken emotions, and the quiet courage of becoming yourself.

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

A collection of poems created from different times of my life. Each poem may depict different emotions and state of thinking while other others may be of a mixture. Some may show the down times and some ups as well as some fictional and some autobiographical.

A collection of short poems. Hope you enjoy!

Welcome to my world of poetic expression. Here, you'll find a deep dive into the human soul - its grief, its laughter, its sorrow. Because poetry is what keeps us alive, let's keep writing again and again, to share this strange and beautiful experience we call life. P.S.: I'm French and not a native English speaker, so please forgive any small mistakes that might remain. Feel free to leave a comment or a vote - I'd love to read your work in return!

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.

A product of sleepless nights, wet fire, tired eyes, and a weary, stitched heart. This collection holds poetry you won't just see and read, but feel and hear. Fervour, intense and passionate. by Famous T.

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.

excerpts from my journal, yeah this probably won't be interesting, but look anyway!!!!! **if any of my writing is dangerously similar to anyone else's I PROMISE that it is purely coincidence, I don't want to take credit for anyone else's work**

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

In the silence after rebellion, she stands among the ruins she created-haunted by what she destroyed to survive. A reckoning with regret, memory, and the cost of freedom.

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.

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!!!)