Rawwriting Stories

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.

If I had told the truth - nothing would be the same I stayed quiet when it mattered most. I buried confessions under humor, under silence, under safe little lies. These poems are what would've happened if I had said the words out loud. They're the echoes of moments that could have changed everything- love I carried for years, longing I tried to bury, truths that still burn in my throat. They aren't pretty. They aren't soft. They are the things I should have said, and never did. If I had told the truth- nothing would be the same.

a poem about nostalgia and childhood experiences i had when i was little

This piece is about someone who hides behind humor, distance, and deflection - not to disappear, but to test whether anyone cares enough to look closer. Their silence isn't emptiness; it's a message written in fear and longing. The poem reveals the truth they can't say out loud: they want to be seen, but they're terrified of being known. It's a quiet portrait of vulnerability disguised as indifference.

Some days I am steady. Some days I am trembling. Most days, I am both at once. Half Calm, Half Earthquake is a poetic diary that dives into the messy middle between peace and chaos - where the heartbeat is too fast, the mind too loud, and the air too heavy to breathe. Through raw, intimate chapters, it captures the storm of mixed emotions: the restless nights, the invisible rain, the tangled thoughts, and the small fires that keep you going. If you've ever felt calm on the outside but falling apart inside, this is the book that will whisper, You're not the only one.

A book of poems from an amature author

We don't talk enough about how heavy it is just to exist. About waking up tired of yourself. About loving people you shouldn't. About carrying pain that no one else sees. The Weight of Being is not a story - it's a confession carved out of silence. Twelve fragments of a life collapsing and rebuilding itself through depression, desire, guilt, and small moments of light that somehow keep us breathing. It's not about healing. It's about surviving. It's about the weight, and the beautiful, unbearable truth of being alive.

What happens when you forget yourself for a moment? They say if lies didn't exist, truth wouldn't be so precious. The dumbest thing I ever said was, "I can't wait to grow up, to be my own person." But I belonged to everyone-except myself. I'm nineteen now. Am I living life, or just surviving it? This time, I've given my life over to the little miracle I gave birth to. I write so I don't forget myself. I stay silent so that everyone hears me-just so I won't forget, even for a moment. This isn't just a book. This is a story. My story.

→ This isn't just a letter. It's the ache you hide in your smile, the truth you whisper only to yourself at night. 🕊 Have you ever written something and kept it hidden, hoping someone might still understand without reading it? It's okay if you don't answer. I just wanted you to feel... seen. --- This book isn't about happy endings. It's about that quiet chaos in your late teens and early twenties- when your smile hides a storm, and you start missing a version of yourself you didn't even know you'd lost. These short stories are about the stage we don't talk about. The sinking. The silent screams. The fragile strength of just getting through. If you've ever felt like you're falling apart silently, this book is for you.

Sometimes, life doesn't break you with a storm. It wears you down in silence. This isn't a story of grand victories or perfect love. It's about the quiet kind of survival-when you're holding on, not because anyone sees you... but because something inside refuses to let go. Through raw memories, small acts of grace, and fragile moments of connection, this emotional journey explores what it means to live, to hurt, and to keep going-even when no one is watching. 🔸 For anyone who's ever felt invisible. 🔸 For anyone who's still here. 📖 Read the story that's already moved thousands.

They want me dead, they want me to lose my head. But I won't stop-it's too late to turn back. I welcome the waves of my destruction with open arms. At least I tried to tell my story. At least you were there; you knew who I really was. At least my story lives on, told in verses torn from my core.

She loved him more than she loved herself-fought through every argument, held on through every storm, and kept fixing what he was okay letting fall apart. But what happens when the glue finally breaks? When the girl who gave everything has nothing left to give? This isn't a story about hate. It's a story about loving too much, fighting alone, and learning when to let go. Because sometimes, choosing yourself is the hardest kind of love.

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

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.

Some doors in a psych ward aren't meant to be opened- And some questions aren't meant to be asked out loud. This is the final piece of my eight-part collection, Barbed Wire Psalms- poems about survival, relapse, family lies, dark humor, and the places where grace finally catches up. Psalm VIII asks the last question: Who really gets to walk into your life-and who never earned the right?

This book won't try to "make you better" this book tells it like it is when everything and everyone around you feels manufactured and fake. It's a gut punch compilation of thoughts, rants, and honest moments from someone who's sick of faking it, sick of being disappointed, and sick of being told to "get over it". It's about trust and broken trust, disillusionment and loneliness, and that tiny little part of you that's just tired of it all but also still wants so desperately to believe that people care even when life keeps reminding you they don't. No glorification. No tidy conclusions. Just the truth as it is pissed off, messy, and human.

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***poem*** A spoken-word spiral about loving too hard, pulling away too fast, and pacing the line between obsession, jealousy, and self-awareness and the struggles of BPD.

"Desires" is a street realism poem that questions how society views beauty, pain, and worth. Inspired by raw human truth, it exposes how people chase what looks good, while ignoring the broken, the scarred, and the silent sufferers. This piece speaks for the ones whose wounds are invisible-whose souls fell long before anyone noticed.