Rawemotion Stories

I hide behind these words and smile behind these tears. This is two truths and a lie. Inspired by my lonely thoughts after dark, each piece is delicate and mixed with fear and fascination. This is my truth. (The cover and pictures do not belong to me, it was taken from Pinterest.) © All Rights Reserved.

A collection of fragments from a silent heart and a wounded soul - emotions of pain, longing, love, and quiet hope, scribed by pen and bleeding through ink.

This collection will be an ongoing project sharing the thoughts of a bipolar mind, following confessional prose poetry, existential reflection, and reflective stream-of-consciousness. It's a safe space for me to share my deepest thoughts with the world and attempt to capture both the highs and lows that come with a mind in flux. All of these words are my own, reflecting what I may be thinking on any given day. Some of the content may be offensive, crude, or even disturbing; it represents the raw, unfiltered reality of my experience, which, like any bipolar mind, is often challenging to control. Disclaimer: I am not a mental health professional, and this collection is intended solely as a personal expression. It is not meant to serve as medical advice or a substitute for professional guidance. Please read with care and seek qualified help for any personal mental health concerns.

A powerful introduction to Ashen Whitmore, this poem explores identity shaped by fire, loss, and survival. "Ashen" transforms destruction into meaning, portraying a voice that rises from pain not as something broken, but as something reborn-stronger, deeper, and unyielding. Through striking imagery and controlled intensity, the poem reflects resilience, emotional depth, and the quiet strength found in enduring life's hardest moments. It is not just a poem about what was lost, but a declaration of what remains-and what refuses to fade.

Two strangers. Two weeks. A connection they never expected. She never imagined a friend request from a stranger could change the way she looked at the world. But with a simple "accepted," a bridge of words, laughter, and silent emotions forms between them. He notices her in ways no one else does-her little quirks, the things she hides, the dreams she whispers to the night-but she remains just out of reach. Time is fleeting, and life is fragile. She carries a secret that shadows every smile, every laugh, and every message they share. In just two weeks, hearts intertwine, emotions bloom, and confessions remain unspoken. Between shy words, fleeting moments, and the weight of unshared truths, their connection grows deeper than either of them expected... yet he never truly knows her, not fully, not before it's too late. He Never Knew is a story of love that blossoms in whispers, feelings that remain hidden, and the bittersweet reality that some connections are meant to be felt, even if they can't be fully realized. "Wo jo dil mein chhup gaye, Shabdon se kabhi na keh paaye, Raaz unke aur mere beech, Bas do hafte aur ankahee baatein reh gaye..." 💗🤌🏻🌸🎀

This is a collection of poems made when my emotions reach a certain stage of level this is me expressing myself on a piece of paper

A quiet confession of loving someone who only shows up when it's convenient. It captures the ache of waiting, overthinking, and feeling invisible in a one-sided connection. In the end, it asks for something simple-honesty instead of silence.

These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

𝐀 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐀 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱× 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓪 (≧◡≦)(❥‿❥) Book Name Own by me do not copy🙏

[A Poetically Confession Diary] Dear psyche, I find pleasure in pain, the pain that i choose to suffer. ⚠️ Trigger Warning This entry contains themes of mental health struggles, including depression, anxiety, emotional pain, and thoughts of hopelessness. It may be distressing for some readers. Please read with care. If you are feeling overwhelmed or struggling, know that you are not alone. There is help, and there is hope. 💬 Reach out. Talk to someone. You matter.💛 Disclaimer : This is written in English Language Note : Photo background is not mine all credits to the rightful owner. 🚫 This story is a work of fiction written by me. Any similarities to real-life events or people are purely coincidental. Please do not copy, repost, or reproduce this story in any way without my permission. ‼️PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME‼️

just some poems

I've always felt like an underwhelming man to the world around me. A quiet and calm person; an uninteresting one, easy to overlook. But inside my head, thoughts pile up, and they spill over in ways that can feel impossible to contain. Within these pages, I share the thoughts and moments that have shaped this strange balance.

(completed) Two childhood best friends-torn apart by fate. One taken. One left behind. Years later, they meet again in the middle of a murder case. One is a police officer. One is the suspect. Neither knows the truth-until a pendant unlocks the past, and love returns when it's already too late. A story of what-ifs, silent promises, and a love that remains forever. Genres: BL, Tragedy, Crime Romance, Drama, Psychological

A quiet surrender to love-choosing truth over illusion and her happiness over your own comfort. Loving her enough to lose her-a bittersweet acceptance of love's hardest truth. A poem about the quiet agony of loving someone enough to let them be free.

A poem based off the feeling of faking an emotion when around other people.

Two families bound by hatred. Two souls bound by fate. Rudraveer Raichand has lived his life in shadows - ruthless, cold, untouchable. For him, loyalty is a weapon, and love is a weakness he swore never to have. Ira Rajvansh grew up chasing light - ambitious, daring, and unafraid to dream beyond the walls of her family's expectations. But destiny pushes her into the arms of the man she was taught to hate. What begins as a war of pride soon turns into a dangerous pull neither can escape. Lies, betrayals, and burning desires twist their path, forcing them to choose between family honor and the truth of their hearts. In a world where love is forbidden and trust can cost lives, can healing really exist in the arms of the shadows?

She's a mother. A fighter. A soul at war with herself. Every night, she breaks in silence. Every day, she smiles like she's okay. But inside, she's drowning - in pain, in confusion, in unanswered prayers. This is her story. A cry to God. A letter she never meant to write, but had to. Because when your heart is heavy, the page becomes the only place you can breathe. Read it if you've ever felt lost. Stay if you've ever begged for a sign. This isn't fiction. It's real. And sometimes, that's the most powerful story of all.

"As I Disappear" is a haunting exploration of an artist's descent into despair, told through raw, poetic introspection. Caught in the chasm between creation and destruction, the narrator wrestles with the fading of purpose, the emptiness of inspiration, and the crushing weight of existence. Words, once their salvation, now mock them as the muse vanishes, leaving behind only silence and void. This is not just a story-it's a confrontation with the fragility of art, identity, and meaning. Each line cuts deeper into the soul, unraveling the delicate balance between beauty and pain, longing and loss. As the artist questions their very existence, the narrative teeters on the edge of life and oblivion, leaving the reader to wonder: What remains when the ink runs dry? Prepare to immerse yourself in a tale that blurs the lines between poetry and prose, creation and self-destruction-a journey that is as beautiful as it is unsettling.

Dark romance

Capturing raw human emotions while playing peekaboo with nature. I love writing and convincing myself to share my poems here was not easy. I'm basically parting with pieces of my soul. If you don't have anything nice to say I would rather have you say nothing. The first few maybe meh but then we all progress as we age so don't be too harsh uWu If you genuinely liked it then vote and comment. I will keep sharing even if you don't mwahahaha Also don't you even try stealing my work as I'm pretty sure I don't want parts of myself being taken for granted without any credits or permission.