Rawemotion Stories

I hide behind these words and smile behind these tears. This is two truths and a lie. Inspired by my lonely thoughts after dark, each piece is delicate and mixed with fear and fascination. This is my truth. (The cover and pictures do not belong to me, it was taken from Pinterest.) © All Rights Reserved.

Moon never planned to watch the man she loved marry someone else. But there she is-standing in the back of the hall, unseen, uninvited, and still unable to walk away from him. Min Yoongi was her mentor. Her safe place. Her almost. He taught her music, discipline, survival... but he never taught her how to live without him. She came only to say goodbye. To let go. To finally leave his world and disappear into her own. But everything shatters when the bride runs away- and Yoongi turns to Moon with a truth he should have never spoken. "You said a mentor must be repaid. So repay me... and marry me." This isn't a love story. This is a debt of the heart. This is the moment Moon learns that some repayments destroy you... and some awaken the parts of you tried to kill.

The women in my family were never soft enough for life to spare them. They survived things they rarely spoke about. Pain they carried quietly. Love that hurt them. Responsibilities that forced them to grow too early. Moments that changed them forever. And somehow... they still kept going. My mother. My aunts. My grandmother. Even us girls growing into women now. Different personalities. Different lives. Different wounds. But connected by one thing: Survival. We are not a perfect family. We argue. Drift apart. Misunderstand each other. Carry silent pain in different ways. But when life happens... real life.. we still find our way back to one another somehow. Because in families like ours, the love never fully leaves.

I've always felt like an underwhelming man to the world around me. A quiet and calm person; an uninteresting one, easy to overlook. But inside my head, thoughts pile up, and they spill over in ways that can feel impossible to contain. Within these pages, I share the thoughts and moments that have shaped this strange balance.

What happens when everything ENDS... When Chaos turns into silence , when the people leave and all that remains is a story that never learned how to finish itself? They say...when you're brave enough to say goodbye, life rewards you with a new hello. But what if that "hello" comes wrapped in pain? This is not just a love story. Not exactly. It's a story of scars that learned how to feel, of a girl who was never meant to be soft- and a boy who was never meant to stay. who never planned on staying but couldn't make himself leave. From cruelty to connection, from silence to something dangerously real- this is where hate learns how to love... and love learns how to destroy. A story I designed for like years and years . This story has my whole heart served here ❤️

A collection of fragments from a silent heart and a wounded soul - emotions of pain, longing, love, and quiet hope, scribed by pen and bleeding through ink.

Neither of them were looking for a connection-they just wanted to stay sober. But somewhere between folding chairs and late-night confessions, Adam and Elise find each other. Slowly. Quietly. A closeness grows between them, soft as a bruise, real enough to be terrifying. Adam isn't used to this kind of quiet. Elise isn't used to being seen without being picked apart. But as their sobriety holds, so does the bond between them-something deeper than addiction, stronger than fear. They don't fall fast. They fall true. And that might be the scariest thing either of them has ever trusted.

Five years ago, a single phone call shattered Maya's life. What began as an ordinary evening turned into a nightmare when her mother disappeared without a trace. Left with only questions, a struggling younger brother, and a bar she knew nothing about, she is forced to carry responsibilities she was never prepared for. As days turn into years, grief, loneliness, and buried family secrets slowly change her into someone she no longer recognizes. But beneath the pain remains one haunting question: What truly happened the night her mother never came home? A deeply emotional story about loss, survival, family, and learning how to live after life splits into before and after.

Too much alive to be Dead Too much dead to be Alive

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.

Prologue "Some People Ghost You. Some People Haunt You." There was no eye contact across a crowded metro. No slow-motion scene in a bookstore. No spark over spilt coffee and shared glances. It started how most accidental Gen Z connections do - through a f***ed-up meme page at 2:13 AM. @shayaribeforebed. The post said: "Unsent messages hit harder than breakups." Rahul didn't overthink it. Just replied: "mood." A ping. "fr 🫠" from someone called @sidhixnotyours. He clicked. No blue tick. No aesthetic feed. Just blurry zines, a few story highlights titled 'rage', 'safe', and 'not anymore'. They weren't supposed to talk. But they did. And kept doing it. One night turned into playlists, 3AM voice notes, digital soul-baring, trauma-dumps disguised as 'just venting,' screenshots shared instead of feelings confessed. She said, "Don't catch feelings." He said, "Cool. I don't do that." That was the first lie. They never had a label. Just situationships, unsaid boundaries, close stories, and missed calls that felt too loaded to return. She was never his. But somehow... she's the only one he never moved on from. And now, after a year of read receipts turned ghost towns, Rahul's back. Not for closure. But for truth. Raw, late, selfish maybe - but still honest. This is my story. Or maybe... ours.

‎A collection of poems about the quiet magic of friendship and the complexity of relationships, about the moments we shared, the words we never said, and the feelings that stayed long after everything else changed. These poems live in the spaces between laughter and silence, closeness and distance, holding onto what it means to truly connect with another soul.

Some things aren't held by love or hate - just the echo of what used to be whole. This is for the moments after clarity, where right and wrong don't untangle what still lingers. Where memory lives loud, and the rules were never written to be followed.

A quiet surrender to love-choosing truth over illusion and her happiness over your own comfort. Loving her enough to lose her-a bittersweet acceptance of love's hardest truth. A poem about the quiet agony of loving someone enough to let them be free.

Life doesn't hand out second chances. Trauma leaves marks, rage leaves scars, and family doesn't always save you. Amidst chaos, anger, and heartbreak, two boys must navigate a world that tests them at every turn. Between broken homes, friendships forged in fire, and the fragile threads of love and responsibility, can he survive himself-and the legacy of those who came before him? This is a story about anger, loyalty, and the fragile line between destruction and redemption. Raw, emotional, and unflinchingly human.

These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

If you've been stuck in a figurative cross road where you don't know what the future holds, follow the game.

Free-verse poems I've written whilst visualizing the greeneries and clear rivers :3

just some poems

Ache & After is a poetry collection about emotional aftermath. It explores love that bruises, loss that lingers, trauma that reshapes, and the slow, imperfect process of healing. Written through moments of grief, longing, survival, and self-discovery, each piece reflects the quiet truths we carry when the worst has already happened. This book is not about fixing pain. It is about naming it - and surviving it.