Raw Stories

This is not pretty poetry. These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

A book that contains random poetry that I have written on a whim 💫

𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒘𝒆

Brunson's Verse is a collection of poems born from dust, silence, and firelight. These pages carry the weight of love, loss, and survival - stitched together with the grit of small-town roots and the wide-open sky. Some verses whisper, some cut deep, and some linger like a desert storm. Each one is raw, unpolished, and permanent - a reminder that even in the quietest places, stories echo. Plus, the occasional funny story, to lighten the mood around the campfire. And so it's not awkward while roasting marshmallows.

some poetry shit

A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

It's just as the title says. These come from my head when I'm just thinking about things. I wanted to publish these because I want other people to know about the things I think about that I don't tell anyone else about.

What is love? Anveshna - this question asked by her mom shook her and usually Anveshna never asked for answers-until life handed her questions she couldn't ignore. One summer, surrounded by silence, dust, and memories no one speaks of, she stumbles into something that changes the way she sees everything. What begins as boredom turns into a quiet unraveling of the past-layer by layer, letter by letter. She thought she knew her family. She thought she knew herself. She was wrong. the question-what is love was only the beginning and anveshna had to answer and understand many questions in this journey. A slow-burning, emotionally raw story about the search for truth, connection, and the courage to face what we're not ready to hear.

Welcome to the corner of my mind I don't usually show. I write to breathe, to sort the noise in my head, to spill out the things I never say out loud. coming from late nights, heavy thoughts, the kind of feelings that don't leave quietly. you'll find poetry pulled straight from my journal - unfiltered, emotional, sometimes soft, sometimes sharp. pieces may feel heavy or uncomfortable, because they were born from real moments, real pain, real healing. if you read along, just know this: everything here is honest. not polished, not perfect - just me trying to understand myself, one piece at a time

This is just a rant about 'parent struggles' and all the things my parents have ever done to me that I still question and feels sad and angry about. Was this really love?

Words are anchors to the thread of hope. Words heard are nothing to a scope of hope. Words are like guns - trigger the ropes of hope. Words are instigators. Their strength imprints on the strings of hope. Hope is to believe in the unbelievable. Hope is the light you see with your eyes closed. - 𝒟𝓊𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝐸𝓁𝓁𝑒 ♡

The resurrection of my career

A swedish singer, and dancer makes shocking debut in WWE in a big way at Raw on Netflix January 6th 2025. This is my Second attempt to write a wwe story and first story since january 2019. WARNING! This story may contain mild strong language.

This poems describes about how real, life is, how weird and tough it is. Poem describes that with the help of different metaphors.

These are my poems. I don't expect many to read them- just hoping one person feels understood. These are the poems I write when I need to make sense of myself. There are no cliffhangers, just truths, soft, sharp, broken, rebuilding. If you see yourself in any of them, then you're exactly where you're meant to be. TW: themes of emotional pain, numbness, grief, and healing. Nothing graphic. I update whenever inspiration hits.

Nila wanted quiet- a life of snowfall, soft lights, and a love gentle enough to make her forget every shadow she'd carried. Sweden gave her that softness. Warm hands. Slow smiles. A kind of comfort that felt almost unreal. But darkness loves beautiful things. It slips into her routines, presses into the spaces between her breaths, and follows her through the halls of the university like a second pulse. A case drags her into the city's hidden veins. Whispers cling to her skin. Strangers look at her like they know her story before she does. And the world around her bends- subtle, quiet, wrong in a way she can't name. Still... love stays. Warm, steady, dangerously close. A comfort she leans into even as the dark presses in. Some darkness doesn't destroy you. It touches you softly first... so softly you almost mistake it for love.

A broken past, A revenge.... love, Raw, Betrayal, passion,possession,Guilt.. What happened 3 years ago..? Devyansh and kiaan.... can they get back together?

✧･ﾟ: For those who chased happiness only to be met with shadows, ✧･ﾟ ✦ For those who know that sadness is raw, real, and unavoidable, ✦ ✧ This collection is your sanctuary. ✧ ★ Here, we don't run from the pain- we hunt for it. ★ Because without wandering through sadness, the meaning of happiness remains a ghost. ✩

Hello everyone, I am a beginner , expressing my inner chaos. Hope you all will love and support this new writer :) :) trying to be poetic he he

Raw Reunion the biggest night in Monday Night Raw history. The time for the superstars of today to hang with the legends of yesterday. It's also a night of firsts. First time seeing everyone together, first reunion, and most importantly first impressions. Maria Michaels is the daughter of Shawn Michaels. She is on her first Raw show for her debut.