Revolting Stories

This is an unedited poem I wrote in grade 9.

Sadness, anger, happiness-there are only so many emotions we can name. But emotions are vaster than that. Sometimes, we feel things we can't name, and it makes us really uncomfortable. Like when someone's writing feels like it's aimed at you-insulting, blaming, twisting you-and you feel harassed but powerless. This poem's story is about a guy who once loved the poet, but she pulled away because she had a freaking BOUNDARY and didn't want to hurt anyone. Sadly, that person is a LIL IMMATURE PIECE OF SHIT WHO CAN'T UNDERSTAND SIMPLE WORDS THE POET HAS BEEN SAYING FROM DAY ONE AND STILL SOMEHOW MANAGES TO FALL. After rejection, he writes subtly about her, making her blood boil. Personal note to a specific person: Listen, there are only a few people in my life who I think are mature, and respectable. The list carries N.W., the only batchmate GIRL who I find mature. I've NEVER found ANY guy my age mature. It's not just you. Nothing to take personally. And as from seniors, ONLY APG, Z and M. And unless you are any of the people mentioned above, no you didn't have any special room in my heart, letting you vent or express yourself was an act of kindness, something I do for EVERYONE. Even if it's a random person from a random online server who I've never met before. What bothers me is I don't understand HOW tf you blame me EVEN when from day 1 I've been telling you, "I don't like boys my age". And ALSO that I'm interested in someone else. BUT NO, YOU DIDNT GET THAT, BECAUSE APPARENTLY SOMEONE DOESNT UNDERSTAND BASIC LANGUAGE. And when I saw things were getting out of hands I decided to leave. And I had been telling you I would. But still that caught you by surprise. And things would've ended smoother unless your FRIEND CAUSED A SCENE. That was my boiling point. And things didn't stop there. You started blaming me and shit saying about me in your writings. That makes you even more of an immature little shit and JUST BOILS MY BLOOD EVEN MORE. Ps: I'm not guilty, I'm MAD

Highest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and letting them fly high in the sky of your mind.. It is pouring out your soul.. Giving them the ocean to swim in and letting words touch and express the deepest of your thoughts. This book is a collection of poetry written by a budding poet. It's a random collection of fifty or more poems with different themes. So it's a book filled with versatility. And each poem is written on beautiful or dark feelings that we all have felt and a few that we all would love to feel... "I'll love you more than infinity, And if time permits, till eternity." - From Eternity Sharon Mathew Each poem would let you explore the different parts of your vast thoughts... Have fun! ♥️♥️

Hi guys! Each part is a different set of characters in a different world. If the characters are liked a lot I will make them their own story! I hope you guys enjoy! At the top of each part I will put the song or TikTok audio it's inspired by!

INCOMPLETE; UNEDITED Hortensia Buckets is an eleven-year-old attending Crunchem Hall, and it's safe to say she hates it. After her latest encounter with the Trunchbull, she is left with a smoldering spark in her chest. She wants to fight back, but she can't do it alone. The little troublemaker has her own fears and anxiety, and it's not something she can do alone. She'll need the help of the entire school to fight against the Trunchbull-- her greatest bully, her abuser. "There's no escaping tragedy." Matilda Wormwood is a five-year-old genius. Able to read, speak, and do computations beyond what even most middle-schoolers can do, she is a natural prodigy few can recognize. Her own parents are the most blind to her talent, only seeing her as a heavy burden and a useless little thing, neglecting her greatly. When she steps foot into Crunchem Hall, she knows what has to be done. "Sometimes, you have to be a little bit naughty." Miss Honey is the teacher of the lowest form, hiding her secret between her and the Trunchbull from everyone. She recognizes talent when she sees it, and she can see the spark in Matilda's eyes. Even if the Trunchbull and her rotten parents won't see it, Miss Honey will see to it that Matilda gets the attention she deserves. "It's not a lot, but it's enough for me." When Matilda and Hortensia recognize each other's burning desire to fight back, the two agree to start a rebellion. To fight back. But a few obstacles stand in their way. ______________________________________________________________ This book is based off of both the book Matilda by Roald Dahl and the 2022 Matilda the Musical. I own only the plot and some of the OCs. Many of the scenes and songs are borrowed from the book and movie. A majority of the characters and other elements of the story all belong to the musical and book; I own very little of anything. TW/CW for mentions of neglect, abuse, blood, and other harsh topics. Viewer discretion is advised. -

'We are all products of our environments, either we become like society wants us to be or we become the opposite.' Growing up in a place where one is called 'trash' constantly, to growing up and still awaiting a healer, will eventually take a toll on one's mentality. But to what severity?

The light makes Levy feel safe. To her, the light is haven protecting her from the darkness she is shrouded in. Light comforts and warms her, like her family, like her brother. Levi is engulfed in darkness. He loathes the blinding light and roaring fire. He despised the light that stung his eyes and the fire that crackled as though it were mocking him. His sister was like ice, cold and able to heal whatever discomfort he had in his body. The inseparable pair must stay side-by-side, always within arms reach. But the two are torn away from each other's grasp. The undeniable fate that awaits the two leads on,y to chaos and ruin.

My name is Mark Williams Jr. I run a small team of elite hackers along side my best friend, Derek. Ever since WWIV started we've been desperately trying to get the NSA to stop spying on us. We get them to stop but only under one condition: We help them.

The story follows Flo & Eon, 2 opposites of the same coin. In this portrayal of eon, he cut off his own face. Stitching it back together from the edges of his dismembered face flesh, to the edge of his ears. Stretching the skin to a horrifying degree, and in this story... Flo has to kill him. --- This oneshot consists of 2 One-Shots.

Join Scarlet Read and Ash Colbelt on their adventure to find out who is behind the killings of the people in sector one. As Ash and Scarlet find more answers more questions arise revealing what actually happens in the sectors and what happens behind closed doors in the octagon. Will Scarlet and Ash find the real killers? You will have to read to find out.

My vrchat friends got trauma So I to do that story TW: FAKE BLOOD

this is going to be a slow oblivious burn of a love story. it will probably reach over twenty chapters as the full chapters will be three small chapters.

'Nobody has ever wanted freedom more than I, nobody is more deserving of freedom than I.' This, my friends, is a load of crap. Just like King Jaars and his team of butt-kissers. The mantra of the past realm of freedom is just a pledge to him. Timlhera is at war. Or, more specifically, one little upstart is going up against one, not-so-little King, looking for freedom.

This is a toast to the misfits, the outcasts, the stolen, the lost and the broken, This is a toast to the weird kids, to the emos, to the pops, the hipsters and the meanies This is a toast to the Outre

New Generation Poetry.

'TRAHG' means: The Revolting Against Humanity Gang.

I think we all crave love, at least at one time or another. I am growing up and cannot shake everything I have learned about this concept. I have grown to realize that it does not make the world better. It does not make you and I better but also does not make us worse. It just further proves that we are human, worthy of immense faults and capabilities to severely hurt one another. We love to satisfy ourselves, that is what we love.