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.

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.

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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.

A collection of my favorite pieces of poetry, with some of my own creations mixed in. Credit where credit is due, as best as possible

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.

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

In a world addicted to noise, John is drowning in silence. After years lost to mental decay and drug-induced confusion, he wakes up inside the ruins of his own mind-his memories faded, his identity fractured. But as sobriety creeps in not with light, but with stillness, he begins a quiet, painful journey to rebuild. Through haunting reflections and philosophical questions, "The Ruins of His Mind" explores the fragile nature of memory, the search for truth, and the quiet strength it takes to rise from emptiness-not to find peace, but purpose. A raw, introspective story for anyone who's ever questioned the world-or themselves.

I have too many questions and too many feelings that I don't want anymore.

Letters which are dusty and forgotten from the void, with a history that speaks --- every letter that whispers moments and mysteries from the world of the endless.

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.

In the quiet of a solitary morning, a simple breakfast becomes a bridge between the present and memory. Through silence, ritual, and the lingering voice of a grandmother who demanded truth, one man confronts a question that never fades.

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.

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.

In a world that tried to break her, Hope learned to build herself instead. When life tore down every dream she ever had, she chose not to surrender-but to rise, to heal, and to become her own light. This is the story of a girl who walked through storms with grace, turned her pain into power, and proved that even in darkness, the smallest spark can set the whole sky ablaze.

I find myself in a metamorphosis, changing with each and every moment. My mind and body under a transformation created by the HAVOC and trials in which I endure. I feel as though destruction and dismay is ultimately inevitable and all struggle is completely futile. Thoughts of suicide no longer carry the message of demise but rather the execution of something beautiful and triumphant. A state of ecstasy and relief which will seem like heaven falling upon my decrepit TORN soul. ©lyricalslouch

What if the problem was never you... but a world that never knew how to see you? Lucifer: the world doesn't understand us is not a story about good or evil. It's about being judged before being understood. It's about carrying labels you never chose. It's about falling... and realizing you were never truly standing. Between silence, rebellion, and acceptance, this book dives into the mind of someone who learned to survive in a world that prefers masks over truth. Here, "Lucifer" is not a villain. It is a symbol. A silenced voice. A suppressed identity. Everything the world rejects... until it is forced to face it. If you're looking for a light read, this may not be your place. But if you've ever felt lost, misunderstood, or tired of pretending to be someone you're not... then this book was written for you.

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.

There are loves that burn, and loves that heal - and somewhere between the two, we learn how to begin again. "Where the Light Finds Us" is a collection of poems about love's quiet afterglow - the spaces between endings and becoming, the soft strength that grows from heartbreak, and the moments when light still reaches us, even through the smoke. In these pages, fire becomes a language of survival. Silence becomes a form of peace. And love - no longer something to endure - becomes something that returns home to the self. Each poem stands as both confession and reclamation: a girl made of flame learning to trust her own warmth, a goodbye written in salt and tide, a heart learning to listen for the light that never left. Because healing doesn't happen all at once. Sometimes, it happens in the quiet - where the light finally finds us again.

Told from God's own voice, God, Why Me? answers the question every suffering soul asks. From the girl silenced by shame, to the father abandoned by his children pain spares no one. This is not a story of hope, but a mirror of reality: suffering is universal, and no one is chosen everyone is marked.