Discouraged Stories

This is the story of south indian who struggles to get married

This book is filled with poems I've written over the last few years of my life. They are about anything and everything and are just me pouring my feelings into certain situations whether or not they are relevant to me. It'll be updated every time I come up with something new.

You can be rich, you can be beautiful, but in the inside how do you feel? What's on your mind? I'll tell you what's on my mind .... Ryder Daniels. The most famous football player of Worships High. Everyone worships him, and bows down to his feet,but not me. Reagan Richards, daughter of King Richards and Charlotte Richards, they own some of the biggest industry's in the world. Ryder Daniels, son of Jonathan Daniels and Mallory Daniels, CEOs of Daniels industry's partly owned by the Richards What do you think will happen when Reagan realizes she is still in love with Ryder. Will she let them live in the future or keep looking back at the past.

The first of anything, is groundbreaking. A new idea is so exciting to share, so why is acting on it so different? We find fear in action, but not in thought. We get stopped by people around us, adding contamination to our thoughts which stand stronger than our own. But Why?

((Keep your own bad vibes out of your cornflakes))

Greetings, this book includes random 3 a.m. thoughts converted into stories. All the chapters may contain different stories. I hope reading this won't be a waste of your time. Enjoy.

A poem-piece based on struggles, worries, anxiety and fears. Related more to us than Tony Stark. We all have such times...times when we have no hope. I just tried to express one.

A snapshot of emotions.

A difficult life starting at a young age learning how to live and just wants to be happy about herself and feels the peace that some people have. And still learning on how to be happy.

to the lonely

Please Don't judge me. Don't mock My cover. I've been blown apart By the stares of many Broadcasting my every move. They don't know me. They don't know me. They don't know me. Please take me out of this body Please take me out of this pit. I've been shattered and torn But in my heart, remains your thrown. Take my body Take my soul What I've given You Will never forget. Just take me away now With the streams Still on my face. The beauty they behold Is as vast as the sky above me. So please burry my dust Under a tree. Please remember me, Don't forget me My mistakes are not valid, I'm prettier than they. They caused too much heart ache There are flowers in the dirt... But now theres none left for me. Just dust. I'm only dust. The grime isn't permanent. Please take me away To the top of the hill Where I can rest My weary feet My torn mind Wind blown hair And deep sunken eyes - Deep as the sea.

What do you do when the rain is pouring outside? Will you drive in your truck? Stay inside? Take a walk with your umbrella? Or will you hop outside barefoot and sing and dance and leap all around? Will you discouraged when trucks splash mud onto you? Will you get discouraged when no one joins you? What will you do when the rain comes out?

Hello my Warrior, I was thinking about you today my dear. Here is my gift to you. A collection of short letters just for you. ________________________________ A/N: These are all original. Please ask before you copy my letters. Thank you :) I encourage you to make your own letters of encouragement using your own words. Feel free to tell me. I would love to read them :)

I'm debating on whether I should try to write another story EDIT: I'M WRITING ANOTHER STORY NOOT NOOT. Also I'm just gonna use this book to rant out all my feelings and stuff

A collection of enjoyable poems written by me.