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This is how I found peace after being misunderstood. This is what happens when the noise goes away and I can hear my own voice again. These poems came from times when I wasn't sure of myself, when I had to learn to let go, and when I had to learn to believe in myself. They are about taking my time to heal, being careful with love, and finding strength in the quiet places. It's not about being broken. It's about what you need to do to rebuild myself when the world keeps telling me that I don't deserve to be who I am, Themes: healing, survival, false blame, emotional abuse, self-forgiveness, resilience, and rebirth.

A book of poems from an amature author

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

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.

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.

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

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?

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.

There's a moment in recovery when everything goes quiet- your hands steady, the floor stops tilting, and the reflection in the mirror finally looks survivable again. That's when the past pulls hardest. "The Pullback" is a haunting look into the gravity of relapse temptation- friends who didn't make it, memories that won't let go, and the dangerous comfort of the life you walked away from. A brutally honest entry in Barbed Wire Psalms about resisting the orbit of addiction and choosing life, even when the pull feels impossible to escape.

We don't talk enough about how heavy it is just to exist. About waking up tired of yourself. About loving people you shouldn't. About carrying pain that no one else sees. The Weight of Being is not a story - it's a confession carved out of silence. Twelve fragments of a life collapsing and rebuilding itself through depression, desire, guilt, and small moments of light that somehow keep us breathing. It's not about healing. It's about surviving. It's about the weight, and the beautiful, unbearable truth of being alive.

Life never comes with instructions. It never pauses to tell us when a chapter is ending, and it never warns us when a new one begins. We grow through moments we don't understand, through heartbreaks we think we won't survive, and through decisions we never felt ready to make. As children, we only wished for the future. As adults, we quietly mourn the past. Somewhere in between, we forget that life was never meant to be rushed- it was meant to be lived. This book is not just about growing up. It's about remembering, breaking, healing, and becoming. It is about the dreams we chase, the realities we learn to face, the people who help us stand, and the quiet voice inside us that says: "Keep going. You're not done yet."

A raw, unfiltered poem about intimacy, pride, and the craving that consumes us. Some hungers aren't meant to be ignored.

A collection of raw, honest poems that speak from the heart. Each piece reflects love, pain, healing, and self-growth capturing my voice as I navigate the beauty and struggle of being. Let my words echo your silent thoughts. Nolwazi.M poems ✍🏾💛

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.

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.

Never Did is a raw, unfiltered spoken word confession about love twisted into a game. It's the story of a man who thought he could play ...telling lies, spreading secrets, parading his victories ...while keeping his heart locked away. But somewhere between the manipulation and the lust, he fell for the very woman he tried to break. Now, he's trapped in the mask he created, watching her slip away, unable to admit the truth. This isn't a fairytale. It's the truth about predators, players, and the hidden cost of the games we play.

Fragments of a Restless Mind is not a story. It's a collection of broken whispers, sharp thoughts, and fleeting truths spilled straight from the edges of a mind that refuses to stay quiet. Every page is short, raw, and unpolished - like catching someone's thoughts mid-sentence, before they have the chance to hide them. This book doesn't guide you; it drags you into the chaos, the silence, the beauty, and the weight of being human. It's not meant to be read all at once - it's meant to be felt, line by line, like fragments of yourself staring back.

Some scars don't bleed-they stay hidden, carried in silence. This book is for the quiet fighters, the broken hearts, and the ones who keep going even when it hurts.