Rawwriting Stories

tfoawm. (The Fragments of a Wandering Mind) is not a novel, memoir, or self-help book. It is a catalog of thought. Written throughout 2026, this collection captures ideas exactly as they emerged: raw, contradictory, obsessive, emotional, detached, curious, afraid, alive. Each entry exists independently, allowing the reader to open the book at any point and step directly into a different state of mind. From existential reflections to fleeting observations, from intimacy to absurdity, tfoawm. documents what it feels like to think too much, feel too deeply, and try to understand life while actively living it. (The chapters do not have to be read in order.)

A book of poems from an amature author

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.

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.

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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.

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

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.

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

She wasn't living. She was just... not dead yet. Trapped between survival and surrender, she walks the edge of a world that never made space for her. Every page bleeds questions-about life, about love, about a God who watches in silence. This is not a happy story. But maybe, just maybe- it's an honest one. A raw, emotional dive into the mind of a girl unraveling, and the quiet strength it takes to keep breathing.

This is not a love story. This is a survival story. A healing story. A story for the ones who never said it out loud, but always felt it too deeply. If you're one of them - welcome home. She was never just "quiet." She was a wildfire trapped inside a diary- folded thoughts, stitched lips, and a voice too afraid to echo. Everyone admired her strength. No one saw the weight. This isn't a love story. It's the journey of a girl who bled her truth into poems, masked her pain behind metaphors, and slowly... gently... learned how to un-silence herself. If you've ever felt too much, cared too deeply, or hidden too long- this is your story too.

"Desires" is a street realism poem that questions how society views beauty, pain, and worth. Inspired by raw human truth, it exposes how people chase what looks good, while ignoring the broken, the scarred, and the silent sufferers. This piece speaks for the ones whose wounds are invisible-whose souls fell long before anyone noticed.

She used to feel, to dream, to trust. But now she doesn't-and somehow, that comforts her. The real her has vanished, replaced by someone she barely recognizes. A stranger wearing her skin.

"Born to lead, taught to serve" is a deeply personal and thought-provoking reflection on what it means to grow up as a girl in a society that places limitations on femininity, freedom, and self-worth. Drawing from real-life experiences common to many African homes, this piece confronts the gender roles and expectations that have been passed down through generations teaching girls to serve, not to soar.

I never learned how to scream, so I wrote instead. I Bleed in Metaphors is a collection of raw, emotional stories - each chapter a battle inside the mind, where emotions aren't just feelings... they're people. They argue. They haunt. They laugh when you can't. From fighting with your own numbness to making eye contact with your inner rage, these aren't happy endings - they're survival scenes. Quiet wars fought behind closed doors. This book probably won't ever be finished. Most of the stories won't have a resolution. Some won't even try to. But I'll keep writing - because sometimes the only way I know I'm still here is when I bleed through my metaphors. If you've ever felt too much, too little, or nothing at all... this might feel like looking in a mirror that finally speaks back. This isn't healing. It's honesty. And sometimes, that's enough.

I write for the ones who still check old messeges, who replay moments in their mind like they're trying to rewrite them. My stories aren't fairytales.They're the ache in your chest when you miss someone who moved on... the silence after a goodbye that was never really said. I don't write to be heard. I write to be felt. Welcome to heartbreak. Welcome to the healing. -A.Campbell

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.

This ain't polished. This is poetry that breathes, breaks, and bleeds. Bare is a collection of raw thoughts, heartbreaks, heat, healing, and the kind of truths you whisper at 2AM. Written by a 25-year-old who's lived, loved, lost, and learned-this book is from me to you. Unfiltered. Unapologetic. Undeniably human. If you've ever wanted too much or felt like too little...this is for you

> "The Cloudy Mind" is a reflective, freeverse poem by hybrid poet Jemar Ocon (aka Lonewolfbejie). It dives deep into the inner workings of human thought, using the concepts of id, ego, and superego to explore why people feel, react, and hate the way they do. In a chaotic world, this poem stands at the edge of philosophy and street realism - questioning the roots of emotion, identity, and how society shapes the mind. Raw. Reflective. Real. This is a piece for thinkers, rebels, and those with crow hearts.

Silent Chaos is where my pain finds its voice. A quiet sanctuary of poetry and prose shaped by chronic illness, survival, and the storm beneath the surface. Sometimes, all I have are words - bleeding quietly from wounds no one can see. Welcome to my journey - I'm still writing the ending with every breath I take.