Truthfully Stories

"Everyone's replaceable" that is what Abby always say. Well that might be true but what happens if a young little girl named Destiny Grace auditioned for a place at the ALDC in Pittsburgh. Will she be able to handle the pressure? Will she replace some of the girls in the team if she gets chosen. Find out more.

You say loving me is hard...but what about you? I'm sorry for looking at you the way I do. for loving you the way I do, for wasting weeks of my life on the floor unable to stand because I was so weak from you...I'm sorry to myself. I'm sorry for hurting my own heart. I'm sorry for mentally punishing myself when I didn't need it. I'm sorry for all the things I said to myself when I was busy thinking of you. I'm sorry for all those nights I spent yelling at myself to get it together when I was trying my best. I'm sorry to the heart inside me I hurt, to the soul I injured, to the angel I grounded. I am more than you make me.

This is my shitty poetry book to help sort through the thoughts and feelings coursing through me. Some of it probably isn't real poetry but just words. NOTE: There will not be regular updates.

read it then u find out what happens

Do we listen to the voice within or do we follow the sound that's around? In this mad world, has our individual being lost its value as something that should be listened to? I hope not, but it takes each one to create a voice worth being listened to. So we can come around, in one sound...My attempt to shine a light on the power of the individual being and our responsibility for everything that happens around us is a depiction of us.

Some deep shower thoughts that will blow your mind and make you question your existence

Come and explore the endless mysteries, within the mind. let your eyes be open to the endless possibilities that are so basic yet you won't believe what you will see. {Completed Book} * Highest Rank:🏅 1 in #Truthfully 27/04/20

Have you ever felt so hopeless, that it hurt? Have you ever been so happy that your face started hurting from smiling so much? Well, I have, and through this compilation of poems I hope you can feel it too.

I'm writing this for the future me. The one who might open this book someday and smile. The one who might laugh and say, "yaar, I was so silly." This book holds the fun moments. The random thoughts. The memories with friends that didn't seem important then, but somehow stayed. I'm a carefree girl. I notice the tiniest things, choti choti baatein, and somehow ignore the big ones that I know might matter later. That's just how I am. These pages are my point of view. How I saw the world. How things felt to me in that moment, waise hi jaise lage. This isn't meant to be serious or perfect. It's just me, being me, written down. Bas.

A college student moves to a different country and there she meets someone and everything changes from that point in her life

we only speak the truth baby

A collection of poems which display a strong anger towards the world which I did not know I had.

Come with me and swim in my thoughts together. Where I'm going to try and decipher my jumbled thoughts 😔

A short collection of poems surrounding the experiences of a 23yo. The truth, the fear and the healing, around the society we live in, the struggles of love and self acceptance. Part 1 - Society as "the truth, the irony and beauty" Part 2 - Philophobia as "the fear, the scar and acknowledgment" Part 3 - Venus as "the healing, acceptance and empowerment"

I wish we had been strangers....not strangers with memories...

Two kids, one lifetime they won't remember. Daniel and Evelyn met when they were just five years old and were instantly in love, even at that young age. Daniel and Evelyn need to learn, grow, and forget so they can remember what had happened to them. They can't grow until they know and accept.

exaggerated words that are somehow less complicated than we were.

Things I can't say normally. I'm not a trusting person and I believe my words show that.

So basically, the title tells all. Read on to hear my endless rants that may or may not make sense to you because I am horrible at writing but I love it so I do it anyways. So basically the book is a house for things I'll never say aloud or maybe just me getting things out or just venting because it's hard to be alive and letting out the bad stuff inside you makes the pressure beneath your forehead a little lighter and that makes living a little easier. So thanks, whoever may read this, thanks.

My collection of my poems (which happen to be sad )