Rawwriting Stories

This book contains raw, unfiltered, and graphic material. These Psalms deal with real life battles- addiction, suicidal ideations, mental illness, self-harm, trauma, homelessness, loneliness, overdose, spiritual warfare, and demonic oppression. This is not a book of polite rhymes, sugarcoated verses or polished lines. This is blood, sweat, and tears It is written for those who are struggling and don't know where to turn. If that's you, know you are not alone There is hope. There is healing. There is Jesus 📞 Crisis Resources (U.S.) • Suicide & Crisis Lifeline: 988 • Substance Abuse Helpline (SAMHSA): 1‑800‑662‑4357 • National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1‑800‑799‑7233

Some stay hidden beneath smiles, late-night thoughts, and words never spoken aloud. The Parts I Don't Say is a collection of raw, personal poems about growing up too fast, grief, friendship, love, anger, loneliness, and learning how to survive when life doesn't go the way you imagined. These poems explore the moments that shape us the people we lose, the versions of ourselves we leave behind, and the quiet battles no one else sees. For anyone who has ever felt unseen, unheard, or like they were carrying more than they could hold, this book is for you.

A book of poems from an amature author

Some things don't arrive fully formed. Some thoughts stop mid-sentence. Some feelings refuse to be named. Some hours pass without ever quite becoming anything and yet they leave a mark anyway. The Unfinished Hours is a collection of poems and scattered thoughts written in the margins of ordinary days. About the things that happen between the big moments. The quiet aches. The half-realizations. The 2am clarity that disappears by morning. No particular order. No grand conclusion. Just what was true when it was written. For the ones who think too much and feel even more.

dear diary, i guess this is basically my online diary no filters, no pretending to have everything figured out just my thoughts, feelings and little pieces of my life i'm writing this for myself, but if you happen to relate, i'd love to hear your story too content warning !! this diary is completely unfiltered entries may contain topics such as anxiety, self-criticism, family issues, loneliness, overthinking, grief and other personal struggles.... please read with care.

Synopsis: Limerence is not just a love story. It's a series of misfortunate events that lead us to becoming. It's a story about recognition. About what happens when the universe orchestrates something too precise to be coincidence, when two people meet not by accident but by design. It's about a reckoning and the rupture that follows. It's about reverence. Set against the backdrop of soft nights and silent mornings, of city lights and heartbeats in dark rooms, Limerence follows a bond that blurs the line between fate and fantasy. Their love exists in fragments, in glances, in silence, in the ache of what can't be said. It's intimate, disarming, and deeply human. But love, like seasons, shifts. And sometimes the most profound connections are the ones that leave us. They haunt us. They shape us. They teach us how to hold on and how to let go. It's also a reflection on the quiet betrayals that unfold in the name of friendship. On the violence that lingers in the rooms where someone should have already left. Sometimes the people we tether ourselves to begin to rot the very places meant to hold love. And by the time we realize it, we've already bruised the hands reaching out to save us. This is a story for anyone who's ever touched something sacred, fleeting, and real. Even if only for a moment. A song for every soft ache, illusion, and unraveling. Limerence: Reverence and Ruins - the soundtrack. Listen as you read: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/limerence-the-soundtrack/pl.u-38oWXB4uPpDdPJ4 Disclaimer: Although this story may resemble real people and events, certain details have been dramatized or altered in language to create a version of reality as poetic and beautiful as it once felt. Some locations have been changed, and names have been intentionally left out. This story was never meant for the world to fully understand. Only for two people. And only they will ever know the truth that lingers quietly in Paris.

Textiles is a collection of the tangible--threads you can hold and turn in your hand. It explores gothic betrayal, dignity, history, and the ache found within uncovering truths. These objects carry beauty, but within their hidden seams lies the heart of this series.

This collection is a journey through longing, grief, and the tangled emotions that define us. With vivid imagery and heartfelt reflections, these poems explore the search for identity, the weight of memory, and the unrelenting pull of desire. From facing inner storms to finding meaning in silence, each piece offers a raw glimpse into the complexities of the human spirit. For anyone who has ever sought solace in words, this book is for you.

A collection of bittersweet reflections - fragments of love, loss, memory, and the quiet ache of what lingers. Between unfinished conversations and the silence that follows, these poems echo with what was never said.

Some feelings don't know how to leave quietly. Clouds Inside My Chest is a collection of poems that live somewhere between love and loss, softness and collapse, silence and screaming. Each page feels like a storm you tried to name but never fully understood. Inside these poems, you'll find memories that blur like rain on glass, emotions too heavy to hold but too beautiful to let go of, and words that feel like they were written at 3AM when the world is asleep but the heart isn't. This book is for anyone who has ever felt too much and said too little. A quiet ache. A soft breaking. A sky full of things you can't explain. Written by Raven.

A collection of poems written in quiet moments. thoughts i never planned to share-until now. somewhere between 2am and everything...

She thought motherhood would feel soft, like something she was always meant to become. And when two pink lines finally appeared, she let herself love something she hadn't even met yet. But loss doesn't just take what was growing, it takes pieces of who you were becoming with it. Now, standing in the quiet aftermath of grief, she finds herself staring at two lines again. This time, hope doesn't come gently. It comes tangled in fear, memory, and the haunting question of what if it happens again? A raw story about love, loss, and the fragile courage it takes to try again; when your heart isn't the same as it was before.

"Born to lead, taught to serve" is a deeply personal and thought-provoking reflection on what it means to grow up as a girl in a society that places limitations on femininity, freedom, and self-worth. Drawing from real-life experiences common to many African homes, this piece confronts the gender roles and expectations that have been passed down through generations teaching girls to serve, not to soar.

This piece lives in the tension most people pretend not to notice - the silent warfare of energy, perception, and unspoken judgment. "Wickedness Has Good Manners" explores the unsettling reality that hostility doesn't always arrive with noise. Sometimes it's polished. Sometimes it smiles. Sometimes it asks questions in a calm voice under fluorescent lights while something colder moves beneath the surface. The poem captures the psychological awareness of walking into a room where nothing is visibly wrong, yet everything feels off. It's about instinct, about reading micro-expressions, about understanding that discomfort and danger are not the same thing. There's a clash here between lived experience and artificial environments - between street intuition and corporate choreography. This isn't a story about paranoia. It's about perception. About that razor-thin space where intuition sharpens and silence becomes strategy. The poem dissects the invisible dynamics of power, composure, and energy - revealing how tension can exist without confrontation, and how wickedness often hides behind professionalism, etiquette, and controlled politeness. It's reflective, unsettling, and deliberate. A meditation on awareness, survival, and the strange theater of human interaction where the loudest truths are rarely spoken aloud.

This 2 part Poem depicts a Broken code, tangled prayers, and the return of a voice. This poem is raw, healing, and deeply human.

Prequel to Barbed Wire Psalms Carousel of Destruction is a series of raw, confessional poems about the cycles we swear we're done with... until they pull us back in. Addiction. Relapse. Temptation. Memory. Survival. Every piece is a snapshot of the spin- the chaos, the crash, and the climb back out. These aren't pretty stories. They're the ones you feel in your ribs. - Left The Circle I - The Pullback II - Downward Spiral III https://www.patreon.com/posts/barbed-wire-144840033?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

A letter from someone who loves too much. Someone who clings,Someone who isn't afraid to admit they're a little unhinged but in the sweetest, scariest way possible. If you've ever loved someone so much it scared you, this is for you. If you've ever felt obsessed with a best friend, this is for you. If you like your poetry dark, twisted, and a little too honest this is for you.

I write for the ones who still check old messeges, who replay moments in their mind like they're trying to rewrite them. My stories aren't fairytales.They're the ache in your chest when you miss someone who moved on... the silence after a goodbye that was never really said. I don't write to be heard. I write to be felt. Welcome to heartbreak. Welcome to the healing. -A.Campbell

I made this because i was feeling deep emotions and this helped (a bit. I probably need therapy but it's fine...this is my therapy..)