Rupikaur Stories

entries, discontinued fragments, inner ramblings. mostly unfinished poems and random passages that i wrote and am too shy to share with anyone, because my inability to finish anything is pathetic.

a slingshot of my imagination, contemplated and thrown into words. but a mix of everything colorful.

// p o e t r y // !! NONE OF THESE POEMS BELONG TO ME UNLESS SAID SO !!

a collection of my favorite poems , including works by Rupi Kaur and Atticus, among other poets and writers. <3 I take no credit for the poems in this book, unless stated otherwise. Enjoy 🌸🍃

The person, whom you thought you would spend the rest of your life with. Also, the person who ripped out your heart and took it away with them. Your first love.

It talks about all the poetry I've failed to express whether about love, heartbreak or other emotions.[Complete]

the real deal. the college experience first hand.

milk and honey, poems by rupiss rawr "i went crazy for him, but he did not go stupid for me."

[completed] poetry from the mind and heart of mine -all rights reserved-

"𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗽 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶. #1 in poemaboutlove 25/9/2020 #21 in spokenword 24/6/2020

When you hear loose knit, what comes to mind? A warm, pale coloured, oversized sweater, doesn't it? Well, this is it. An attempt at trying to knit fragile, stray words into poems, inspired by nothing and everything, hoping it turns out to be beautiful and comforts whoever tries it.

Little stories with big meanings behind them. Some people will choose to relate and understand these on a deep personal level, Some will choose to read for creativity. Whatever you choose to do, I hope you enjoy. Enjoy Rupi Kaur? Here are some Poetic-like writings some may find similar to hers. I try to update this collection weekly.

just some quotes from rupi kaur.

a three-part poetry book my name: aaila [i-la] - beautiful as the moon as in, i go through phases and have a dark side

a flower must wilt, fall, root, rise in order to bloom

this is not a love story. this is a personal manifesto.

Letters to the loved ones that consist of: -Things I've never had the guts to say -Things I cannot put into physical words when I speak.

In a way I always looked at my pain as art, I picked up the paint brush full of feelings, dipped it in the paint full of different colours of pain, and painted my world with words on a broken canvas