Rawtruth Stories

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.

Every poem is a reflection of emotions left unsaid These are the words I held back And may be, the ones you've been holding back too Check out my youtube channel 'Anmalisze's Poetic Voice'

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.

THEY DON'T SEE US is a voice for the unseen. For dreamer's born in forgotten places. For artists judged for wanting more. for the ones who wake up with hope but leave the same day on repeat. in the world that rewards noise and silence truth. this is a reminder that even when no one is watching we still dream anyway.

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.

Life today is unfiltered, unforgiving, and full of illusions. Raw Truth is a first person journey through the chaos, loneliness, and hidden pain we all face but rarely admit. It's messy, personal, and relentless. An honest look at surviving, feeling, and confronting the world as it really is.

When Truth Screams, We Listen

These are the fragments of my mind, scattered and unfiltered. Each thought, a raw pulse, as unpredictable as the last. This is my therapy-my unvarnished truth laid bare. No masks, no shields. Just me, stripped down, between heaven and heart.

(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 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.

Where anxiety dances, nostalgia spins and silence drops the beat

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.

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.

"We won't let them say you died quietly." Yousef is a 22-year-old writer trapped in Gaza - a city that bleeds, burns, and is slowly being erased by war. With no weapons, no way out, and nothing left but a charred notebook, he begins to write. Not to survive - but to be remembered. Each page becomes a testimony. Each word, an act of resistance. Each death, a name the world must never forget. Through bombings, starvation, and unspeakable loss, Yousef documents the genocide unfolding around him - from a mother rocking her dead child like a lullaby, to children hiding in the basements of shattered schools. And when there is nothing left to say, he sends his final pages to the world. The next day, he is killed in an airstrike. But his story lives. Gaza-cide is a raw, devastating, and unflinching fictional account of a genocide told through the eyes of one young man - a book so powerful, it sparks global outrage, viral protests, and international resistance. This isn't just a story. This is a weapon made of words. And its final line is the promise that ignited the world: "From the River to the Sea, Palestine will be free."

Full title: "So I Kept Her Locked Away Until She Remembered She Was Fire." She was the voice I silenced. The song I refused to sing. I kept her locked away The girl who saw too much The woman who remembered everything She hid in the lyrics I screamed in my car 🎤 In the beat that cracked my heart open 💔 In the notebooks I never showed anyone 🖤 This is my resurrection story 🔥 Told in fragments, fire, and music 🎶 Each chapter is a confession 🕯️ Each track held the key 🗝️ If you've ever loved music so much it healed you If you've ever met your shadow and called it sacred Then this journey is yours too Welcome to the remembering 🐉 This is a true story told through poetry, memory, music, and fire. Some moments are dreamspace. All of it is real.

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.

"Failure of the World" This is not fiction. This is not sugar-coated. This is what happens when the world stops caring - when justice fails, when the system turns its back, and when the only light left is the one glowing through the windshield of a parked car at 3 A.M. A woman pushed to the edge. Four months of surviving in her car. No phone. No safety net. No mercy. Just streetlights, cold nights, and the same people who pretend not to see her. Cops who listen but don't hear. Strangers who say "God bless" and hand out eight dollars like it's salvation. Every word she spits burns through the silence - raw, unfiltered, real. She's not just fighting for survival. She's exposing the truth: A world that claims to care but doesn't. A system that's blind to its own crimes. A society that fails the broken, the honest, the brave - and still dares to call it "help." This is her voice. This is her story. This is the disgrace of a world that let her fall, then asked her to smile through it. Read her truth. Feel her fury. Understand what "failure" really means.

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.

She laughs like nothing matters. But inside - it's war. A story about a girl who feels too much in a world that numbs everything. Not a fairytale. Not a tragedy. Just the truth - raw, quiet, burning.

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