Rawwriting Stories

This book contains raw, unfiltered, and graphic material. These Psalms deal with real life battles. Thoughts of the mind and storytelling. Addiction, suicidal ideations. Mental illness, self-harm, trauma, homelessness. Loneliness, overdose, spiritual warfare, and demonic oppression. And the saving power of Jesus Christ. This is not a book of polite rhymes. Sugarcoated verses or polished lines. It is written for those who are struggling and don't know where to turn. If that's you, know you are not alone. There is hope. There is healing. There is Jesus 📞 Crisis Resources (U.S.) • Suicide & Crisis Lifeline: 988 • Substance Abuse Helpline (SAMHSA): 1‑800‑662‑4357 • National Domestic Violence Hotline: 1‑800‑799‑7233

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There are 5 rooms in my head. I walked through all of them. Intake - where the noise started Rewind - where the memories don't leave Therapy - where I argued with myself The Memory Room - where I chose to stay The Last Room - where the light finally hit This is not a diagnosis. This is a collection of poems and prose about overthinking, healing, and the parts of you that feel haunted but beautiful. It's dark. It's honest. It's ink on cracked walls. It's the moment you stop running from your mind and decide to live in it. For anyone who's ever felt like their thoughts were too loud to be home.

dear diary, i guess this is basically my online diary no filters, no pretending to have everything figured out just my thoughts, feelings and little pieces of my life i'm writing this for myself, but if you happen to relate, i'd love to hear your story too content warning !! this diary is completely unfiltered entries may contain topics such as anxiety, self-criticism, family issues, loneliness, overthinking, grief and other personal struggles.... please read with care.

Synopsis: Limerence is not just a love story. It's a series of misfortunate events that lead us to becoming. It's a story about recognition. About what happens when the universe orchestrates something too precise to be coincidence, when two people meet not by accident but by design. It's about a reckoning and the rupture that follows. It's about reverence. Set against the backdrop of soft nights and silent mornings, of city lights and heartbeats in dark rooms, Limerence follows a bond that blurs the line between fate and fantasy. Their love exists in fragments, in glances, in silence, in the ache of what can't be said. It's intimate, disarming, and deeply human. But love, like seasons, shifts. And sometimes the most profound connections are the ones that leave us. They haunt us. They shape us. They teach us how to hold on and how to let go. It's also a reflection on the quiet betrayals that unfold in the name of friendship. On the violence that lingers in the rooms where someone should have already left. Sometimes the people we tether ourselves to begin to rot the very places meant to hold love. And by the time we realize it, we've already bruised the hands reaching out to save us. This is a story for anyone who's ever touched something sacred, fleeting, and real. Even if only for a moment. A song for every soft ache, illusion, and unraveling. Limerence: Reverence and Ruins - the soundtrack. Listen as you read: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/limerence-the-soundtrack/pl.u-38oWXB4uPpDdPJ4 Disclaimer: Although this story may resemble real people and events, certain details have been dramatized or altered in language to create a version of reality as poetic and beautiful as it once felt. Some locations have been changed, and names have been intentionally left out. This story was never meant for the world to fully understand. Only for two people. And only they will ever know the truth that lingers quietly in Paris.

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.

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.

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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.

Prequel to Barbed Wire Psalms Carousel of Destruction is a series of raw, confessional poems about the cycles we swear we're done with... until they pull us back in. Addiction. Relapse. Temptation. Memory. Survival. Every piece is a snapshot of the spin- the chaos, the crash, and the climb back out. These aren't pretty stories. They're the ones you feel in your ribs. - Left The Circle I - The Pullback II - Downward Spiral III https://www.patreon.com/posts/barbed-wire-144840033?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

"I Am Not Real, I Am Alive" is a poetry series born from silence and shaped by storms. These are not poems for applause. They are letters to survival. In these pages, you'll find: 1. A runner with no water, only questions. 2. A tree that refuses to fall. 3. A voice fed silence, now spitting thunder. 4. A soul that prays with trembling lips and muddy feet. This is for those who carry their pain like ink. For those who sing through cracked mirrors. For those who survived and are still learning to speak it. You are not alone in this echo. Read. Reflect. Rise.

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.

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.

She loved him more than she loved herself-fought through every argument, held on through every storm, and kept fixing what he was okay letting fall apart. But what happens when the glue finally breaks? When the girl who gave everything has nothing left to give? This isn't a story about hate. It's a story about loving too much, fighting alone, and learning when to let go. Because sometimes, choosing yourself is the hardest kind of love.

The Mind of a Degenerate Young Woman is an intimate, raw look at the chaos of addiction and the struggle to break free. After months of reckless drinking and toxic relationships, a young woman battles her inner demons as she fights to stay sober. As she grapples with regret, shame, and the emptiness of her past choices, she's forced to face the truth about herself. This is a story about addiction, self-doubt, and the painful but hopeful journey toward healing.

She was never fragile-just forced to be strong before she ever got the chance to breathe. Through love and betrayal, success and collapse, she learned that survival isn't always beautiful-it's just necessary. Her life is a mosaic of heartbreak and hope, stitched together by moments that tried to break her and the strength that refused to let them. A Woman Wrapped in Warnings is a raw and unflinching journey through the unspoken battles of a woman's life. It's about the ache of wanting more, the cost of resilience, and the courage it takes to keep loving when the world keeps taking. Honest, haunting, and deeply human-this story is for every woman who's ever been told to hold it together while falling apart.

This 2 part Poem depicts a Broken code, tangled prayers, and the return of a voice. This poem is raw, healing, and deeply human.

Let Me Break, Loudly ! is not a love story. It's a survival one. This book is for the ones who replied fast but were left on read. For those who stayed soft in a world that taught them to harden. For every soul that felt too much, gave too much, and asked for just a little in return. It holds the quiet rage of being unheard, the ache of always being the second choice, the scream trapped behind polite smiles. These aren't just words-they're feelings I never got to say out loud. Frustrations I swallowed. Sadness I wore like perfume. Hope I stitched into people who only came for pieces of me. This is where I break- not quietly, not gracefully, but loudly. Because I deserve to be heard. And maybe, so do you.