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I didn't grow up quiet. I grew up learning when it was safer not to speak. "These are the quiet moments I never said out loud - memories, realizations, and pieces of healing written in motion." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. This isn't about pity. It's about remembering. About hearing the child I once was and telling her, "You made it." Volume 3 is coming soon!!!! Written in motion, signed in peace-Ciara 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles

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.

- POEM - a poetry depiction of my life and my struggles with feeling disconnected from myself and the world around me.

A book of poems from an amature author

A quiet entrance can be the most dangerous one. In a place where noise hides truth and everyone pretends not to see what stands in plain sight, one person walks in silently and begins to observe. Not with anger. Not with revenge. But with eyes open and spirit awake. What begins as a simple presence slowly turns into something much larger, as hidden tensions, whispered conversations, and ignored problems begin to surface. This cinematic chapter-poem follows the journey of someone who entered a storm they didn't create, yet somehow became the mirror that forced everything into the light. Every moment is a reflection on awareness, courage, faith, and the strange power of silence. Because sometimes the loudest change doesn't come from shouting. Sometimes it comes from the person who sees everything and refuses to pretend otherwise. Through observation, tension, revelation, and spiritual reflection, the story explores how truth moves through a room, how denial collapses when confronted with clarity, and how storms are sometimes necessary to clear the air. It is not a story of revenge. It is a story of awakening, accountability, and the quiet strength of someone who refuses to look away. With cinematic imagery and poetic intensity, this piece captures the feeling of walking into a place where something is deeply wrong, witnessing the cracks beneath the surface, and surviving the storm that follows when truth finally rises. At its core, it is also a spiritual reflection - gratitude for guidance through chaos, faith during conflict, and the belief that clarity arrives when it is meant to. Sometimes the storm is not sent to destroy. Sometimes it is sent to reveal. And sometimes the quietest person in the room is the one who sees the most.

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.

Hi, I'm Ciara - I write about motion, memory, and healing. "These are the pieces of me that never made it into conversations." Notes on Life & Movement is a series of reflections told through journal-style prose and poetry - tracing survival, softness, and self-discovery. Each volume explores a different part of healing: the heart, the past, and the quiet moments in between. If you've ever felt unseen but kept going anyway, you'll find yourself in these pages. 🚫 Copyright Notice: This story and all related entries belong to Ciara Miles. Please do not copy, repost, translate, or reproduce any portion of this work without permission. Sharing links is welcome - copying text is not. © 2025 Ciara Miles. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews or articles. "Notes on Life & Movement" and all related entries are the original creative property of Ciara Miles. Written in motion, signed in peace. - Ciara Miles

A broken heart doesn't know how to stay silent. These letters were born from sleepless nights, heavy mornings, and afternoons where love kept hurting, even when it was already gone. This book is for the feelings we hid, the love we tried to protect, and the goodbye we still wish we could rewrite. Each letter is an attempt to heal, to remember without breaking... while a small but stubborn hope imagines that maybe destiny will find its way back again. "Letters for a Certain Someone" isn't about just one person... it's about all the people who once meant the universe to us, even if they never knew it.

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 is the journal I write in when life feels quiet on the outside but loud on the inside. The place where love gets messy, calm gets interrupted, and I learn who I am in the moments between the two. These entries aren't polished. They're raw, unfiltered, and written from the space between wanting peace and chasing fire. If you've ever loved someone you shouldn't, waited for someone who didn't show up, or felt yourself slipping in and out of chaos - this is for you.

My poem about my God

She was born in the cold. Raised on silence. Taught how to vanish without ever leaving the room. Stella doesn't shine. She burns quietly. This is not a story about healing. It's a story about what comes before. For the ones who never felt safe in their own skin. For the ones who survived by staying invisible. TW:child abuse, trauma, self-harm, addictions.

A book of fragments-of love, loss, resentment, healing, and the fragile pieces in between. These pages don't promise answers. They simply promise that you're not alone in your chaos.

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.

This is about loving someone and noticing when something changes, even if they don't say it. It's about picking up on the little things, feeling like you're giving your all, and quietly wondering if they still feel the same. It's not dramatic. It's not loud. Just that soft ache when love starts to feel one-sided, and you're too afraid to ask if you're right. If you've ever stayed quiet because you didn't want to seem like too much, this is for you.

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.

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.

Beneath the Surface is a piercingly honest reflection on the silent battles we fight within ourselves-the ones no one sees, but we carry every day. It unravels the quiet agony of existing in a world that demands masks, obedience, and stillness, while our inner selves scream to be known, felt, and free. This is a poetic descent into the depths of identity, emotional weight, and the haunting echo of dreams left behind.

Some cycles don't break quietly. Some hit the ground at full speed. Downward Spiral is the third entry in the Carousel of Destruction series - a raw, unfiltered look at addiction, relapse, the lies we tell ourselves, and the moments when everything feels one step from collapse. This isn't a story about heroes. It's a story about survivors. About the wreckage we wake up in, the voices that drag us back, and the relentless pull of a past that never seems done with us. If you've ever felt the spin, the numbness, the "one more won't hurt," the crash that always follows- you'll feel this one in your bones. Welcome back to the ride. Hold on tight. The ground is coming fast.

***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.