Writtenwords Stories

I reached for the stars but it wasn't enough, you deserve the moon my love

I am not a writer. I simply wrote because it's the only way I could escape reality and grasp the unbearable intensity of my soul. However, there was one time when I never wrote anything at all. Because I could never dare to even escape the reality of him.

All my innermost thoughts

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.

--just some things I've written some are poems most are thoughts a few don't really belong here several are tmi but I've put them in anyway -- if you like what I've written please comment :)

This is a book full of poetry that I have written, they will be random not followed by a theme. You must express yourself and free yourself from negativity I do this by writting poems.

poetry

Here's a continuation of 365, the story where I do my best to write SOMETHING every day. Wattpad has a chapter limit of 200, and that was reached on July 19th. So, the rest of the year will be written in this, I guess. The first 200 days of the year are in a story simply called "365". (It has the same cover.) STARTED: July 20th, 2022 FINISHED: October 27th, 2022 (due to unforeseen circumstances)

Random poems that I wrote. :))

Just random thoughts that pop through... Tell me if you relate!

Poems are an expression in words of the beauty seen in the things around you. Many a time these words do not entirely encapsulate what you mean or feel but merely are a fragment of the beauty it beholds, whatsoever it may be. This written word is to be looked upon with an open mind, understanding each word and visualise as you go. But these are stories that capture the heart. Vote and Comment your honest thoughts on them. Highly appreciated! 🥈~ in spoken word {11/04/20} 8th ~ in poetry {04/02/22}

Poetry

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My dear, how do you deal with those things in your head? Poetry, prose, rhymes, free-style. Things I think that need to be said. Quick suicide/self harm/anxiety and depression trigger warning

Luna.H The scribbles and writings or one whoms fallen into the madness

a compilation of short stories

Cleaner version of my "carrot" poems and my new poems. Possibly other cringeworthy creative works. Maybe a few memoirs? Enjoy! Most come from my journal. Rated [PG] for mildness and some slight cursing...

Bits and pieces of non-sh*tty verbal diarrhoea produced by unnecessarily deep contemplation of the random as well as grievous realities by an antisocial battery.... 🙂🙂