Betterment Stories

you'll probably understand but for those of you who don't- it's just a metaphor.

Compilation of poems that's inspired from an ungodly amount of coffee & suppressed anger

The title itself speaks of the description. I'm not a poet. Just my attempt into different poetry forms for the love of writing. My two friends @LakshyaKhare and @cutedaisy19 are the inspiration behind this venture. The name aside to the title are the name of various forms. They're in bracket ( ). Please ask if you have problem in understanding any type. I'll explain.

I've gone through a lot of tough and harsh times but I've also grown and improved and I've learned a lot. I'm writing this to share what I've learned and maybe it'll do you some use. A lot of this is just me being a hypocrite lol. I believe in these techniques and tips it's just sometimes hard to follow them lol.

Shawn Cayden is a socially anxious, depressed 20 year old, who has chosen to fight against his problems and meet them head on. Follow him as he goes through everyday life trying to become the best version of himself.

its a new term in Jackson Kreel high school and a new psychologist arrives in town so people can get they support they need

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Poem

My life fit into a a dingy, black, fraying duffle bad. I took what I needed, the meager savings underneath my bed hidden in a powdered doughnut bag (so my parents wouldn't find it and take it), my phone, and the pocket knife I got from Jason, my best friend who passed away last year. life was going to get better. I was going to drag myself out from this dark hell I was thrown into. I was going to walk among the stars in the sky one day.

BLACK LIVES MATTER! (BLM) This is a small effort on my part to tell the world that every life matters and no one can be labeled as more important or most important. A one shot story.

Dear, whoever is reading this at the moment. Its true that the rain is pretty, it makes me think about how the world is at peace but its the people on it that have troubles. That Earth's life tends to find ways to mess itself up. We aren't like rain, (from chapter 117)

This fiction is about a prisoner who psychoanalyzes himself and achieves reformation. He also exhorts his friends and associates in prison to reform. He finds his soulmate in the lady officer who ran his housing unit. They get married and have a great relationship including sexually. He goes home to become a successful relationship therapist. He and his wife establish several successful businesses. They also become activist for the poor and disenfranchised. Due to him coming from the streets he has the wherewithal to bring about some reform in ghettos all over the country.

This is a poem that is written to a certain someone but he will probably never read.

A girl with a secret is sent to a college that she doesn't want to go to. These chapters are representative of the final product, but are not finished within themselves, so please read with a grain of salt.

Extract from the wisher-man's mind . . . " These are the times when one thinks it's better to die than to live , they say... it's all over , now everything will be fine ; but for what I have known it's not over it is never going to be but something is certain for sure ,it is us who decides ,'the how ' of the conditions and together only can we strive for better." The sky turning red ,so was the mud . In the streets came stomping ,raged with the fire to kill . In the ash and dust falling from the sky were souls filled with last wishes , all but one had same . It was the wisher-men, he wished ..... Nothing .