Unapologetic Stories

:) POEMS OF LOVE,PAIN , POWER AND VENGEANCE

They call me "wife material." Polite, modest, obedient. But I burn toast, break rules, and bow only to my own soul. This is not a guide to being the perfect woman, it's a declaration of freedom. A poem for the untamed.

dont really know if anyone will read but this will be a personal but public diary of those who are interested in/ or can relate to my life. it may or may not be interesting so lemme know

Some of us, when put into a situation that requires us to be strong, find it hard to not surpass the threshold of strength, into the grim territory of ruthlessness. We build a wall around us and push whoever gets too near into the moat.

"A bold challenge to fake suitors: drop the act, show your heart. No games, no pretenses. A strong woman's anthem. Read "No Games, No Pretenses""

Story about how a tiny rectangular piece of paper decides what kind of life you're going to live.

for those who want what they can't have

Can a girl who feels like a "zebra" in a world of people who fit in learn to love herself?

REWRITING SOON...

All my heartache and anxiety, fears and dreams, loves and losses, and so much more wrapped in a shiny bow and presented in the most vulnerable way. I give to you my autobiography in the best way I know how to do it. A collection of poetry dating from 2018 to the present. Enjoy the journey of watching me learn how to be a teenager through my creativity. *** Dear reader, If you choose to try this, thank you, and I'll TW now, subject's such as religion and suicide will be topics in some poems.❤️ #40 anthology on 04/09/21 #55 autobiography on 06/09/21 #48 autobiography on 07/09/21

Olivia Andrews is 17 years old. She's your average teenager. She has friends, goes to school, likes to read. But what sets her apart from her classmates you may ask; she had leukemia and has been in remission for 8 months. For Olivia, nothing at Berkshire hospital has changed for the 12 years she's been there. There's always the same nurses, same doctors, same room. Until a new guy moves into the room right across from hers. He's a bit of an outcast, always reading or moping around. He's the total opposite of Olivia but for some reason she finds herself drawn to him.

This is a collection of my poems that I lack the courage to perform, but I think should be heard non the less. I will be placing trigger warnings at the beginning of all poems that may need them. These triggers may include but are not limited to: Abuse Heavy Cursing Violence Blood sexual harassment/assault If you wish to use any of these poems please contact me

This is a story about me - a girl who grew up in silence and finally finding her voice. Making it grow louder and confident each day to take space, speak up her side. This is not a story about a country or culture. This is a story about one house, one father, and one girl who grew up inside both. If you grew up in a house where silence was the rule and emotions were the crime - regardless of where that house was - you may recognize something of yourself here

"...I pretend that I can read people's minds and feel sympathy for those who can only reach the surface level of my iceberg..." - 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛

I cannot stand people. That's the truth. I go places by myself because of this. I'm trying to enjoy my own peace, my own space, and some fools just have to come in acting like they own everything. Sitting at the dog park, reading my book, trying to mind my business, and here they come-telling me what my dog should or shouldn't do. Hello? It's a dog park. Dogs are allowed to sniff, run, and do their thing. My dog wasn't aggressive. He was just being a dog. But these people? Absolute chaos. Can't even read the damn signs. Can't respect boundaries. So what did I do? I got in my car, left everything open, slammed the door, and let them know exactly how I feel. Go the f*** away. Handle your own business. Read the signs. Common sense doesn't seem to exist for some people. If you're going to walk your dog, walk it around the park. Don't come in here acting like you're the authority. My dog is fine. The park is fine. You? The problem. This is exactly why I do my own thing. Handle my own business. Stay out of other people's space. Keep your nonsense to yourself. People like this make it impossible to enjoy the simplest things. Some people just cannot comprehend respect, boundaries, or common sense. And I refuse to shrink or excuse their stupidity. I'm done being polite. I'm done explaining. I'm done letting people ruin my space. My dog, this park, my peace-untouchable. If you can't understand that, the problem isn't me. It's you. F*** them.

Faye grew up with a checkered past. A life full of regrets. High school drop out, pregnant at 17, no prom, clinically depressed, and a lazy stay at home mom. She has nothing but regrets for who she is and how her life has turned out to be. So when the pain gets to much and she leaves the kids with her husband and runs across the country to her hometown to visit an old flame things start to get crazy. When she returns home he followed her back. No matter where she turns he's by her side loving her, validating her and cherishing her for all the chances that he missed out on when they were younger. What could possibly go wrong? Oh and by the way he's a ghost!

Self love is important sometimes!!

Dianna Parker was just a normal girl trying to find her way. After her mother died she hasn't been the same but still keeps her life together. Until one day something or someone comes into her life and changes everything. She wants to wake up from this nightmre- oh wait she can't, because it's real life and there's no going back. Who knows maybe things will get better or maybe they'll get worse. I guess you'll just have to read and find out.