Poems About Personality Novels & Stories

But are monsters born naturally evil, or do they turn into one for some reason? It's been long overdue for me to answer that. A being like me, called a monster? I laugh at myself. I'm way more than that. It's funny how people are two-faced and yet judge another. Surely minding your own business doesn't hurt, but I guess, like me, they're greedy. Now, now. What are you greedy for, self? "Peace," I whisper under my breath.

When the going gets tough, the tough is expected to get going It becomes more difficult in a world where you haven't found your footing How can you strive for greatness,when your identity is unknown How can you rally people to your cause, when we all have a fear for the unknown Amidst all situations, there's only so much that one can actually shoulder But please don't give up now, be brave my soldier The road they say is long and lonely, narrow and scary I don't mind if it tarries, cause what's at the end makes it worth it. Jane: Life is full of challenges. Economic difficulties, serious illnesses, family problems, and political unrest plague people on a daily basis. How a person faces each

The most astonishing thing was that every title tried to minister to me so much more that I was confused. There is a poem titled 'HOPE', there was 'VAGUE AS AIR', 'DEATH AND IT'S PEACE' and other incredible poems all written by Trevor. I read each poem and felt as if he was talking to me directly. His choice of words, sentence construction and presentation of life scenarios embedded in words is just beautiful. Now this guy was not just a devilishly handsome man with a great sense of humor but a writing god. Then I came across the piece I termed my best. I read it over and over again muttering each line. The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus...

Anna’s POV A lot of people tend to conclude on my personality a lot. Most of them call me annoying, selfish, overbearing, inconsiderate and half of the time, I know they’re all right about this. I’m an awful person, sometimes. Then sometimes I’m the sweetest person ever and I just think a lot of people don’t deserve that part of me. Besides, it’s not as if I’m the only horrible person on planet earth, I’m not as horrible as some people make me out to be. I just tend to get very ignorant of other people’s feelings because I like to consider mine first and that shouldn’t be a problem.

It can take your angel personality away and give you the evil personality in a moment. "You are right, It is very difficult to live with the continuous pain" There was a moment of silence once again. We both were looking at the sky being completely broken. "Ok let's not get sad anymore. We both already have enough time to get sad about everything" she tried to cheer me up. I tried to search some topic on which we could chat and one thing clicked my mind when I saw her. She has the type of personality with big dreams and she can do anything to achieve those dreams. Well that's what I thought.

The flowers, delicate and enduring, seemed to embody the resilience and beauty of those who had shared their stories. Later, Yam organized a small reading session—Letters From Nobody, Responded By Everybody. Participants read entries aloud anonymously, followed by open replies offered like small gifts. One letter said: “I feel like the only person who doesn’t know how to be happy.” A reply came softly from someone in the back: “Happiness isn’t a requirement for worth. You’re already enough.” These words resonated deeply, a reminder that worth was not contingent on external validation.

I'll never forget considering how perfectly it suited her. I understand and accept that people possess diverse dimensions of their personalities. As we grow and develop, we reveal various sides of ourselves. I’m not the young, awkward kid I was in high school. Going to the gym, cycling, and forming relationships with Matt, Tom, and Lillianna have greatly influenced the individual I am today.

"I am not praising myself. I am actually trying to tell you the kind of person that I am because, it is obvious you don't know anything about me. By the way if I may ask, if someone asks you to describe my personality just tell me what you would answer the person" "Is this a test or what?" "Not really a test, just answer me, so that I will clarify you, because it seems you are mistaking all my actions" "Okay fine, let me try and answer your question. Anyways, if someone asked me to describe your kind of person. I will be able to say that you are a disciplinarian, always talking with authority, loves respect so much, harsh most times and you are always serious. It's hard for you to laugh"

The girl thinks for a moment, then replies: “In my opinion, the ugly word refers to the face, but… no one is ugly in this world. Everyone has their beauty, only their personality and soul can be called ugly!" “You know how to behave! So do you think you're an ugly person?" “No… I've lived almost 20 years of my life, is it because all these years I've lived are just for other people to comment on?” Malcolm smiles gently, patting the girl's head gently. He says in a very gentle and elegant voice:

She has a cheerful personality, and it made sense to him now why Sandra was adamant to give her a light and positive kind of music. Sitting on the chair and mini table, his hand then started to move. He felt the fresh air blowing his hair as he listed down every words that appeared in his head. He didn't mind how jumbled it was for he was still in brainstorming process. He kept on writing until he finally noticed that it ended up describing a different girl, far different from the woman he's supposed to describe, Bammie. Petite, cold and mysterious. Bambie didn't exude any of that. Petite? No. She has voluptuous body that can make a man gone crazy. Cold? She's very cheerful, easygoing and w