Rupikaur Stories

basically me trying to be exactly like Rupi Kaur

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

And all I felt was gone

'when i lost you it felt like i lost everything.' read at your own risk

where do we go from here my love when it's over and i'm standing between us whose side do i run to when every nerve in my body is pulsing for you when my mouth waters at the thought when you are pulling me in just by standing there how do i turn around and choose myself - Rupi Kaur This is a little book of my personal favourite poems, quotes and the like as well as a few of my own little creations. They will deal with some touchy subjects but I find them all to be beautiful and speak to my soul or the situations of ones that I love. I sincerely hope you enjoy... -Green Tea Unicorn

a collection of poetry.

single heartstring twisted into several contusion-like injuries © mehak

the thoughts and feelings that had to escape me

My second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you. All the words and thoughts you have but couldn't piece together. They are here, and written down.

different people , different way of understanding

a book not only about beauty but also pain.(NOT EVERYTHING APPLIES TO ME, I WRITE DIFFERENT THINGS SO EVERYONE HAS SOMETHING TO RELATE TO)

one poem for every day of the year. 2020 will be a year of no lies, a year of no pretending that everything is ok. this is the truth. wattpad has a limit of 200 parts per story. there is a second part, three six five pt. 2.

~A poetry collection about a woman's journey to find her lost soul in the depths of love, loss, and memory."

a single raindrop began a raging storm, and now i am chasing that storm. i've been chasing this storm for my entire life, trying to reach it. but i know that will never happen. i am still a hurricane trapped inside a single raindrop, and i am still broken. this is for the dreamers, for the ones who have had their hearts broken, for the ones who keep on going even when the want to die. this is for the hurricanes and raindrops and whispers and everyone in between. this is for the storm chasers.

i've never been good with words but calling myself a poet makes me look deep. 12/14/16

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.

Some my favorite writings all complied to be in the same place. A few are sad, a few are not. Couple of them are silly, and another couple are empowering. What is interpreted is subjective.

N O W L O A D I N G . P O E T R Y. By yours truly. - t o r i .

poems based on a brown girl's life

I just found my copy of Rupi Kaur's Milk and Honey and I had scribbled stuff on the margins. This is those scribbles.