Rawtruth Stories

This is a spiritual memoir filled with dreams, misunderstandings, and my struggles with walking in human skin. Because of PTSD and trauma, I cannot relate to human feelings the way others do. I feel like a pair of floating eyeballs, observing everything around me without the ability to fully commit my emotions.I'm going to share my many experiences with God - from my first meeting with him through a torturous misunderstanding about divine love. For religious people who cannot stomach raw truth about chasing after someone you once believed in, I do not apologize.If you've ever been broken in places people can't see, this story might echo something buried in you. Raw truth, not inspiration.

Just random free verse poetry I want to share with you. These been a lot on my mind as of late and I have no real outlet to release. When I say random I mean I can post a poem at random times based on my emotions. Releasing My Thoughts will take you on a Journey through my broken mind. You will feel my heart beat in every word. I write how I feel, most of the time i feel like shit. {It's life} And sometimes I write when I'm high. Either way you get the best version of me each time you read a poem. This will not be an easy journey, but I hope it will be able to help someone out one day.

When Truth Screams, We Listen

" My name is Tahran Bhaduri and this journal of mine will led you through every thing that has made me the American Beauty icon and for all of you who disagree you can go fuck yourself " Hey I'm Tahran Bhaduri and this is my journal of my kinda weird ass life but you my lucky little reader will be reading all of it so we can get to know each other. Maybe I'll be dead by the time your finding this journal and reading it or maybe I'm slowly being murdered but I hope you like my life story reader because some things will get interesting, violent, joyful, or just straight up deep piercing pain to your lovely heart. My life is like a joy ride but not a normal one just read and find out will you already?

He saw her, a beauty that burned his view to see what she was on the inside. But the spell she sets upon him makes him weak enough to fall. But what he decides to do for this love is tragic... A short story yet means so much in depth... Enjoy!

"Every rose has its thorns; every privilege has its own hurts." Once overcome, it hurt no more

She is the glue that holds it all together. The quiet strength behind every meal, every clean shirt, every birthday candle. Yet in the chaos of domestic life, she has become invisible - a ghost in her own home. In this intimate, heartbreaking reflection, one mother's voice rises through the fog of routine and sacrifice. With piercing honesty, Her Little Family explores the quiet ache of being forgotten by the people she lives for - and the bittersweet moments that keep her going. A tribute to the unseen, the overworked, the mothers who love fiercely even when the world forgets to love them back.

"Ye kahani ek chuhe aur kisaan ki nahi, ye us duniya ki hai jahan bhookh ko chori aur lalach ko business kaha jaata hai."

What if your power didn't come from control but surrender? Higher Law is not about religion. It's about remembering. Remembering who made you. Who sustains you. Who breaks you just enough to shape you. This chapter is for the ones who feel chosen but burdened. The ones who want to rise but keep getting humbled. It's a raw blueprint for what happens when you stop chasing validation and start walking in alignment with something higher than you. This isn't about being holy. It's about being used. Used for something greater. Used for something divine. And most of all, used on purpose.

Where anxiety dances, nostalgia spins and silence drops the beat

"A raw journey through ancestry, spiritual awakening, and breaking generational chains. This is for the ones carrying unseen burdens, the quiet miracle, the lineage awakened. Let the words sink into your bones."

I stood there, watching life and death blur together in a room full of silence. Four girls, cutting into their own arms like it was just another day. Their blood fresh, sharp, raw - and nobody around them noticing. Their mother, a shadow of a woman, moving through the world like she's already dead. Eyes vacant, slow steps, a heart seemingly frozen by numbness. At one point, I said, "I know that's your baby," and she smiled - a small, broken smile showing the gaps where her teeth used to be. For a second I saw she cared. I told her, "Keep your daughter close. This is urgent." She looked like a ghost, like a nurse who's seen too much, like she'd forgotten how to feel. And I felt the weight of the system failing, the adults failing, the world failing them. There I was, drowning in the depth of my own anxiety and depression, standing as the only lifeline I could offer. I've never seen anything like it - kids showing their cuts like trophies, like normal, like nobody cares. A young girl hugged me like I was hope itself. Another told me her friend overdosed, and it shook me to the core. This is a story of pain and raw reality. Of a world that ignores its own children. Of survival in silence. Of seeing things no one else can see. Brace yourself. Feel it. Every drop of it.

A raw dive into the mind of Nonchie, a boy navigating streets, loyalty, love, and betrayal. This isn't a story for the faint-hearted. Every thought, every emotion, every choice is laid bare-unfiltered, unapologetic, and painfully honest. From the thrill of ambition to the agony of heartbreak, Nonchie sees the world as it is: a playground of illusions, lies, and hidden truths. Witness the mistakes, the triumphs, and the theories that shape a life on the edge.

A mind that speaks in silence. A truth that cuts without shouting. These are the thoughts of Marvelous (Emo Prince) - short, sharp, and born from pain, wisdom, and seeing too much. If you want noise, look elsewhere. If you want truth, enter.

(Blurb): > They called him a burden. Treated him like a mistake. But Kamo never asked to be born different. In a house full of fake smiles and louder silences, he's the outsider - the black sheep. But what happens when the forgotten son finds his voice? A raw, emotional journey through family, identity, and rising above shadows in Lusaka.

This is the truth, unfiltered and unapologetic. From stolen belongings and disrespect to threats and chaos, I've been watching, catching every move, and learning hard lessons about loyalty, trust, and the streets. Every moment counts, and every action has consequences. Life doesn't wait, and neither do I. Follow me through raw experiences, personal boundaries, and the reality of survival in a world where respect is earned, not given. This isn't a story made up-it's what I lived, saw, and felt. Brace yourself for honesty, intensity, and lessons you can't ignore.

From the walls of a haunted apartment to the chaos of daily survival, Alexandria Atkinson's life has been a storm of pain, resilience, and revelation. Battling isolation, systemic injustice, and personal loss, she navigates a world where even the simplest rights feel stolen. From the horrors of roach infestations to the betrayal of those she trusted, and the raw reality of being a woman in hostile spaces, she stands unbroken. Every glance, every sigh, every silent cry tells a story of endurance. Chapter One dives deep into the trauma, the truths, and the unshakable spirit that refuses to be silenced. Stay till the end-because her journey is just beginning.

This poem is a journey through struggle, survival, and the courage to stand true. It speaks to the hearts of those who carry unseen burdens, who face judgment, and who seek strength in their own truth. Every line is a reflection of raw emotion, authentic experiences, and resilience. Feel the weight, honor the scars, and see the beauty in vulnerability. Engage with the words-comment your reflections, share your stories, and connect with others who are navigating life's challenges. Let this be a reminder that every story matters, every voice deserves to be heard, and authenticity is a power that transforms.

This is anger, grief, and truth laid bare. I am telling my story-the story of a brother stolen, of pain ignored, of lies swallowed, and of a family's hypocrisy exposed. Every word is fire. Every sentence bleeds. This poem is a scream for justice, a declaration of rage, and a monument to the truth that was silenced for too long. I carry every wound, every betrayal, every moment they thought I would break, and I channel it into words that refuse to be ignored. If you've ever been unheard, betrayed, or left behind, this is for you. This is raw, unfiltered, and real.

I don't know God. I'm not here to pretend I do. These poems aren't answers. They're screams. This is what it looks like when someone refuses to kneel, but still aches to believe in something. Not paradise. Not commandments. Just... something that feels honest in the silence.