Rawwriting Stories

A book of poems from an amature author

I grew up quiet - not because I had nothing to say, but because no one ever listened. "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

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.

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

They told me to stay quiet. To smile, to endure, to bury the words that burned inside me. But silence is heavy. And sometimes the only way to survive is to write the things no one wants to hear. This book is a collection of truths-raw, tender, and unapologetically human. It speaks of invisible wounds, love that aches, hope that refuses to die, and the quiet rebellion of being yourself in a world that demands masks. If you've ever felt too much, stayed unheard, or carried a storm inside- these words are for you.

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.

They see me every day, but somehow they never really see me. I exist in rooms like background furniture-present, but unnoticed. This is the story of the girl everyone walked past... until she learned to stop being quiet about it even though she didn't know how to speak up

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.

"Not everyone who looks at you truly sees you. Some only notice the version of you that serves their silence. Others love you not for who you are - but for the void you fill. This is a story of someone who walked through the world unarmed, carrying emotions like time bombs, trying to survive in a world of polite conversations and cruel forgettings. This isn't a love story. This isn't a motivational diary. It's a quiet rebellion. A philosophical autopsy of being a 'phase' in someone's life. If you've ever felt unseen even while being watched, loved but never chosen, or used in the name of healing - this is for you. Because some pains are only visible to the ones who feel them. And not everyone has equal eyes."

An 11 year old named Gabriella struggles with her mental health. (based on my life) ⚠️WARNING: This text explores themes such as suicide, self doubt, self harm, etc. It also contains explicit language. Viewer discretion is advised.⚠️

An essay exploring the subtle, invisible connections that bind strangers together, revealing the quiet tapestry of shared human experience.

This isn't a story. It's a long text I forgot to unsend. A breakdown that got organized into paragraphs. A coming-of-age that kept going long after the "age" part ended. I wrote this when I thought I was healing. Then I kept writing when I realized I wasn't. It's about trauma. Faith. Mothers. Running. Crying. Not crying. Pretending. And trying - over and over - to stop pretending. It's just me. Writing like I talk. Making sense of the mess, one memory at a time. It's not pretty, but it's honest. Or at least it tries to be. If you're reading this, maybe you're like me. If not, that's okay too. Let's awkwardly fumble through this philosophical mess and look for answers in our escapism, that's what I always do.

Five parts. One voice. A journey from childhood innocence to the quiet chaos of becoming. At sixteen, everything feels louder heartbreak, change, silence, memories. This is the raw, unfiltered inner monologue of someone caught between who they were and who they're trying to be. It's not a love story. It's not a tragedy. It's simply what it feels like to grow up slowly, painfully, and beautifully.

This piece is for every survivor who was mocked instead of believed. For the ones who flinch at silence, who carry ghost hands on their skin. If you're here to laugh then leave. Trigger Warning: Sexual assault, trauma, explicit emotion.

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.

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?

A collection of short stories across every mood and genre from sweet romances that make you giggle, to confessions that ache with grief, to eerie tales that keep you up at night. Each chapter is its own world: some read like diary entries, some like secrets, some like daydreams, and some like nightmares. This isn't just fiction it's a mix of emotions we've all felt but rarely say out loud.

This poem feels like sitting in your room at night, phone in your hand, scrolling through people who look like they've got it all figured out while you're just... waiting. Waiting for someone to notice you, to really see you, to tell you that you matter. It's that quiet ache nobody talks about, the one we cover with fake smiles and posts that say "I'm fine." But the way it's written doesn't just stay in the sadness. There's this flicker of hope in it too like maybe, even if we don't say it out loud, we're all hoping the same thing: to be enough for someone, somewhere. It's vulnerable, it's messy, it's real and that's exactly why it hits so hard.

Faceless: The Emotional Nature is a raw and intimate exploration of grief, identity, and silent battles waged within. Through poetry and reflection, Dallyn Love captures what it means to lose someone too soon-and the weight that loss leaves behind. These pages speak the truths we're often afraid to say out loud: the ache of memory, the anger beneath the surface, and the quiet strength it takes to keep moving. This is not just a book-it's a conversation with pain, healing, and everything in between. For anyone who's ever felt unseen, unheard, or emotionally hollow-this is for you.

(A story where silence speaks louder than any apology.) --- ✒️ Wattpad Description: > Aarohi never wanted love. But she wanted honesty - the kind that stays when no one's watching. Vivaan flirted with the world but cried in front of her. Samar offered affection that felt like a deal. And Anya? She turned Aarohi's silence into scandal. This is not a love story. This is what happens after you're blamed, blocked, and quietly remembered. "If love is just lust wrapped in better grammar, maybe I was never meant to speak that language."