Rawemotion Stories

Some things break quietly. A friendship. A belief. A part of yourself you thought you knew. These poems are pieces of thoughts I couldn't always put into words-questions about friendship, change, loneliness, love, fear, and the person we become somewhere along the way. Maybe some things don't have answers. Maybe some wounds don't disappear completely. Maybe finding yourself isn't about becoming who you used to be. Maybe it's about discovering who you're still capable of becoming. And perhaps... this isn't the end By lady luck 2010

Too much alive to be Dead Too much dead to be Alive

Moon never planned to watch the man she loved marry someone else. But there she is-standing in the back of the hall, unseen, uninvited, and still unable to walk away from him. Min Yoongi was her mentor. Her safe place. Her almost. He taught her music, discipline, survival... but he never taught her how to live without him. She came only to say goodbye. To let go. To finally leave his world and disappear into her own. But everything shatters when the bride runs away- and Yoongi turns to Moon with a truth he should have never spoken. "You said a mentor must be repaid. So repay me... and marry me." This isn't a love story. This is a debt of the heart. This is the moment Moon learns that some repayments destroy you... and some awaken the parts of you tried to kill.

Des poèmes probablement en anglais, tout droit sortis de mon application notes (donc certains datent d'il y a plusieurs semaines/mois), avec une musique qui correspond à la vibe de chaque poème Poems, probably in English, from my notes app (so some of them I wrote a while ago) with a song corresponding with the vibe for each poem

"They sold her like she was nothing - first by the one she loved, then by the world that bought her body and silenced her soul. This isn't about escape or healing. This is about surviving when every part of you already died"

Aftermath is a raw, darkly introspective poem that wrestles with the cruel weight of emotions questioning why we must endure the overwhelming pain, grief, and silence after the good ones are taken, trapped in a relentless cycle of fleeting euphoria crushed by shadows of fear, shame, and regret.

What's healing without a heartbreak? What's worse of a heartbreak that you can't even term yours ? What's the quest of one- sided love ? Requited love ? or something more ? It's yours to find out in this simple poem. The poem is the third book of the healing series set around a girl who suffers from a heartbreak the day she falls in love . Everything is in her hands to love and unlove but letting go has always written the best of love stories.Haven't they ? Thankyou for bumping into this little poem .I hope you enjoy it . Haters and bashers please stay away .You are welcomed to read it but if you are here to spread hate you can stop reading .However constructive criticism is always welcomed. All rights reserved.Copying of ideas or content will not be tolerated .

Somewhat vent related (?) Its just creative writing though. Rebirth ˌriːˈbəːθ/ noun noun: rebirth; noun: re-birth the process of being reincarnated or born again (This book is just me writing angsty and grungy passages. Sometimes they're melancholic. I like seeing comments :)) Also if you guys want to use my passages anywhere, all I ask for is credit, or a link to this book :) Thanks for reading.

Being a strong Black woman isn't always empowering. Sometimes, it's exhausting. This poem uncovers the hidden pain behind the smiles, the beauty in the struggle, and the quiet journey back to self-love. Because strength without softness is a weight no one should carry alone. Strength is beautiful-until it starts to break you.

This is for the ones who hide their scars behind smiles. For the overthinkers drowning in their own minds. For the nights spent crying and the days spent pretending. These poems are my truth - messy, raw, and unfiltered. Because sometimes, healing starts with being honest. If you've ever felt lost inside yourself, you're not alone here. Votes help me keep going 🖤, if you relate than please vote and share, i would love your support. That is what i need the most rn. 🖤

With a blend of raw vulnerability and sharp introspection, Echoes of Perfection captures the fragile dance between hope and despair, illuminating the paths we walk in search of self-acceptance and healing. This collection is a testament to the power of words, inviting readers to confront their own shadows and discover the beauty that lies within imperfection.

Old-school love where silence heals and presence speaks louder than words.

Celeste just started her walk with God....God I'm confused but I'm still here still choosing you... Her path isn't easy . Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path. The lamp that shows us our feet is enough - we don't have to see the whole path immediately. It takes time to see this.

This is a book of poems that I've written, embracing all different emotions I feel. A lot of these poems are dark, and it may be triggering for others to read. Poetry is one of my safe-places, and I would like to share it with you <3 TW// SH, SA, Venting, and much more raw emotions.

Ache & After is a poetry collection about emotional aftermath. It explores love that bruises, loss that lingers, trauma that reshapes, and the slow, imperfect process of healing. Written through moments of grief, longing, survival, and self-discovery, each piece reflects the quiet truths we carry when the worst has already happened. This book is not about fixing pain. It is about naming it - and surviving it.

Free-verse poems I've written whilst visualizing the greeneries and clear rivers :3

"People think the devil is the source of all evil... but what if the devil was born among us? Not from fire - but from a mother who died giving birth to him, and a father who saw him only as a curse. A child who never knew love, only insults, pain, and silence. But when that child runs away from his personal hell, he doesn't find light. He begins a new path... one darker than anything the devil himself could imagine."

the feelings i never dared to say out loud written down in this very book.

At 34, I experienced something I've never felt in my life. Something so vivid, so overwhelming, it shook me to my core and left me questioning reality. I was in the library when a 16-year-old started telling me a story-a story so heavy, so raw, so unimaginable, that it triggered a full-blown panic attack. My chest was pounding, my hair stood on end, and I felt as if my soul was about to lift out of my body. I had to stand up, shout, move, just to keep myself from collapsing. This wasn't just a story-it was prophecy. It was trauma. It was a glimpse into the life of a child carrying burdens no one should ever have to carry. He had been cutting himself for years. He was about to go into the military. He was only sixteen. The weight of what he shared hit me harder than anything I've ever witnessed. I screamed. I shouted. I told people to pay attention to these kids. I told them to move out of my sight. I told them I couldn't hear any more stories, couldn't bear it. The images, the intensity, the truth of what this boy had experienced-it was beyond the matrix of everyday life. It was spiritual, prophetic, and terrifying. I washed the blood he had shown over me in the name of Jesus, and even that moment was so overwhelming it still shakes me to think about it. This is my testimony. My unfiltered, raw, and vivid account of witnessing trauma, prophecy, and the fragility of youth. It's the story of what it's like to see the unimaginable, to be triggered in ways you can't explain, and to confront reality in its purest, most shocking form. It's the story of me, standing there, overwhelmed, frightened, but determined to tell the truth. This is the story of survival. Of faith. Of witnessing something no one should ever have to see-and realizing the world often doesn't pay attention.

Poetry ish, metaphors of real feelings