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A book of poems from an amature author

A raw, unfiltered story of a morning that started with quiet sadness, turned into white-hot irritation, and somehow ended in the middle of a wild, unplanned parking-lot fiesta. This is the chaos, the comedy, and the truth of what it feels like when life hits from every angle - and you still stand in it.

Hailey grows up in an abusive household-neglected, beaten, unwanted. At a young age, she's sold into sex trafficking, where she becomes nothing more than property. After years of being passed around, she's sold to a man who calls himself her "Master." He gives her false hope, safety, and warmth... only to shatter it. But when he gets in deep debt, Hailey is sold again-to someone far worse or... far more dangerous.

This is not a metaphor. This is not a dramatization. This is what a panic attack actually looks like when it doesn't stop. After midnight on a cold Thursday night, my body turned against me. What started as a familiar warning - that quiet something's wrong feeling - turned into hours of pacing, shaking, dissociation, and survival rituals that didn't work the way they were supposed to. I walked until my legs felt hollow. Held ice until my hands stopped feeling real. Cleaned bathrooms because movement was the only thing keeping me upright. Tried food. Tried noise. Tried silence. Tried lying down. Nothing shut it off. This is a record of that night - from the first wave of panic to the moment I finally came back into myself days later. No inspiration. No recovery arc. No clean ending. Just what it's like to stay alive when your nervous system refuses to let you rest.

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.

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.

She was the child everyone blamed, the one who carried the weight of a broken family. But this time, she's telling the story her way - unfiltered, unpretty, and painfully real.

Daughter of Ash & Echo a collection of poetry and prose by @wherethesadthingsare "some things aren't survived- just carried quieter over time." This is not just about her. It's about everything that came after. The breaking didn't end in childhood. It simply changed shape. This collection is a graveyard of every version of me that didn't make it- a girl grown in silence, a woman haunted by memory, a heart stitched together with grief and rage and whatever scraps were left. These pages hold: • the sting of mother-wounds, • the hollow ache of love turned cruel, • the isolation of being unheard, unseen, untouched in the ways that mattered, • the exhaustion of trying to keep going when it still hurts to breathe. It's about abandonment. It's about betrayal. It's about being a soft thing in a world that keeps sharpening its teeth. But it's also about surviving, even if survival doesn't look like healing. Even if the echo is all that's left. I am the daughter of ash and echo- not whole, but still here. TRIGGER WARNINGS This collection contains themes and mentions of the following: • Childhood abuse (emotional, verbal) • Toxic family dynamics • Gaslighting and psychological manipulation • Trauma responses • Mental health struggles (depression, anxiety) • Self-worth and identity crisis • Implied self-harm • Grief, isolation, and emotional neglect Please read with care. Your safety matters.

Lexie,a young writer battles the quiet chaos of grief, pouring their soul into journals no one reads. *"Scattered Ink on Tear-Stained Lines"* follows a journey of healing through words - where pain, hope, and memory collide on the page. Each line is a confession, each page a battlefield between what's spoken and what remains buried. As their world shifts, the writer must face the truths hidden between the ink and the silence - learning that sometimes, the deepest healing comes not from being heard, but from finally listening to yourself.

There are people who fill the room the moment they walk in. And then there are people who disappear even while they're sitting right in front of you. She was the latter. Wrapped in shadows, untouched by the noise of the world, she carried silence like it was stitched into her skin. Her eyes didn't blink, her voice was barely more than a whisper but every word clung like smoke, impossible to forget. I shouldn't have noticed her. I shouldn't have cared. But the moment I did, it was already too late. What begins as curiosity spirals into something heavier, a haunting intimacy that feels less like love and more like falling into a mirror you're afraid to shatter. A story not about romance or rescue, but about the weight of existence, and the echo of souls that never quite fit into the world around them. Loved a Dying Mind is a tale of fragile connections, of questions without answers, and of the kind of bond that burns itself into you long after the silence has swallowed everything else.

Love is a strange thing-it makes you shine, it makes you weak, it makes you break, and it makes you dream. These poems are pieces of falling-into love, into longing, into loss. Raw, honest, and unpolished, they carry the beauty and ache of emotions too big to hold in silence. This is not a guide to love, but a reflection of what it feels like to surrender to it.

She used to feel, to dream, to trust. But now she doesn't-and somehow, that comforts her. The real her has vanished, replaced by someone she barely recognizes. A stranger wearing her skin.

They call me hardworking. They say I'm good. But no one sees the nights I spend wishing I could stop trying to be enough. A heartfelt, first-person short story about pressure, comparison, and learning to find peace - not in perfection, but in simply being. I am Enough We are Enough.

Healing isn't pretty. But hiding it hurts more. No Filter is a story written without masks, without pretending, without the fake "I'm fine" everyone expects. It's the raw, unfiltered reality of a mind that's trying to survive every single day a mind that shakes, overthinks, breaks, gets back up, and breaks again. It's waking up and feeling heavy before the day even starts. It's staring at your room, knowing you can't clean it, and hating yourself for it anyway. It's forgetting messages because fear takes over your body. It's scrolling through life, trying to find something to hold onto. It's the quiet kind of pain the one nobody sees, because you learned to hide it too well. This story isn't polished. It isn't pretty. It isn't romanticized. It's real. And if you're reading this, maybe you've felt this kind of heaviness too. No Filter is for the ones who feel too much, love too hard, break silently, and still show up the next day. You're not alone here.

There's a moment in recovery when everything goes quiet- your hands steady, the floor stops tilting, and the reflection in the mirror finally looks survivable again. That's when the past pulls hardest. "The Pullback" is a haunting look into the gravity of relapse temptation- friends who didn't make it, memories that won't let go, and the dangerous comfort of the life you walked away from. A brutally honest entry in Barbed Wire Psalms about resisting the orbit of addiction and choosing life, even when the pull feels impossible to escape.

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

I'm just feeling a bit depressed so I wanted to blow some steam...

Forced into years of Tae Kwon Do by a manipulative mother who turned a shared hobby into a cover for an affair, a young girl finds herself entangled in betrayal, guilt, and control. Set against the backdrop of an afterschool program, this raw and unfiltered story unpacks how a childhood activity became the battleground for family destruction - and the first of many betrayals.

This isn't just a story - it's a journey through chaos, silence, and survival. From the bruises of childhood to the storms of growing up, Roshi walks through trauma, family drama, emotional breakdowns, and the messy process of healing. It's about breaking down, facing the wreckage, and rising raw - with every scar telling a story. There's pain, yes. But also growth, courage, and those quiet little wins that change everything. If you've ever felt too much or been told to feel less - this story will feel like home.