Poems About Personality Novels & Stories

“They were like that?” “They’re both geniuses, but meh, it’s like I have to maintain something that isn’t really me if I have to be with either one of them.” Of course I had to put myself out there. “I am boring. It all boils down to a lot of guys liking you and will like you.” “I don’t get it though.” “Why do guys like you?” “Yeah. I wouldn’t like me if I were a dude.” “Because?” “I know I’m weird. My personality depends on the day. I’m awkward and I know I look like a scarecrow right now.”

His accurate assessment of my personality takes me aback and impresses me at the same time, “Damn, I didn’t know that they taught personality analysis in biology. You don’t look too bad yourself, Emilia said that you’re totally my type.” “And?” Parker smiles duskily and steps forward, “Is that accurate?” I take a moment to consider the opportunity before me. In the single moment that Parker steps forward and I get a whiff of the distractingly terrific cologne emanating from his neck, I realize that Colton was possibly right. Sticky notes with love messages are always bound to fade, and the adhesive will inevitably disintegrate and it would be time to begin writing new messages on entirely ne

I still don’t get it, if the poem Keeping his demons tamed, Annihilating every form of stain Redeeming his soul day by day Embracing him without casting blame Never letting him go insane. Is about a man with demons? How does a ‘she’ get involved? This is just like maths all over again. All my seven entries, which were His grace, light, lover, peace, angel, smile and charm, were all buzzing with a red light. I also noticed over a dozen people had already tried all the words I came up with. How do you compete with this? “Move out of my way, loser!” Japhia yells, pushing me out of his way. “Let the genius do the magic.” he says, giving out a villain like laughter.

Walking around on eggshells for the rest of my life didn’t sound like a good idea by a stretch of the imagination. “I know you want the best for me. I do not doubt that in the slightest but this isn’t what I want for myself. I’ve stared into the eyes of the trio, Ms. Isabel. It’s cold and empty, it’s like they have no heart and they aren’t capable of love or feeling emotion. I would be sending myself to my death.” “You cannot tell a man’s personality with what you’ve seen, it runs deeper than that. We’ve seen the horror of life and it has made many of us hard and impenetrable.”

He had manners like royals as his walk dripped pride but still literature had vast effects on a human’s personality and he didn’t seem like to be affected by them. Or might be I was still not aware of his personality at all. It was true I guess as I hadn’t spent much time with him to know him and today, I was going on shopping with him which was an intimate thing. I walked forward grazing the books as some books were looking like an antique showpiece enhancing the beauty of the vintage library. My gaze fell on a blue covered book which more seemed like a diary and if it turned out to be someone’s diary then it would be like a lottery for me. A diary is personal and a person never writes lies

Nearly everybody who didn’t really know me had raised a brow every time they caught me with a fucking book in my hand. “I do. About all sorts of things. This,” I pointed to my temple, “is not empty. I can’t be all face and hot bod. Personality and smarts are important too.” “But so far, you’re failing the personality part.” My lips parted, ready to protest over her remark, but she quickly added, “Still, I can’t believe you read.” “You are acting like it is so hard to accept. Just be thankful that at least you aren’t stuck with an idiot for the rest of your life.”

"No!!! I can't forget about them!! Why don't they like me? What's wrong with me aunt?!! Am I not likable, don't I deserve to be liked or loved huh?!!!" "Sit," I sat on my bed and cried silently "what are your five top Best personalities?" She wiped my tears and I sniffled. "Uhm," I started thinking hard when I couldn't think if any I started to think that's why people don't want to be friends with me "I'm honest." That counts right. I feel so much relief that I have at least one good quality. "And...." "I'm trustworthy, empathic, compassionate, friendly." I stared at my laps and I wondered if I'm truly any of those things.

A long sigh escaped my lips before starting to sing one of my favorite songs. Snow isn't a person... She's a persona made to be someone what her readers want her to be... Snow isn't a human... She's a creative output built by her readers' imagination... Snow isn't real... She's just a dream, an escape for other people... Snow isn't perfect... She's just a perfect character built in her readers' mind... Snow is You... A persona, a creative output, a dream, an image, a character... But who is the real Snow?

I am trying my best to win her heart and sometimes I am feeling like I am succeeding and sometimes I am feeling like she is still stuck in her past. " Do you know your which feature attract me like a magnet? I asked her smiling to open her up more with me. " Which feature? She asked me giving back the smile. I said touching her nose playfully," your personality. You are so kind and also a good mother." She chuckled and asked resting her hands on my shoulder," Just my personality? Nothing else."

"Look,you are a very beautiful woman,Jennifer,no other woman would be able to win Malik's heart regardless how pretty they are" "But--" "No,there's no but because I'm telling you now. Your looks did not win Malik's heart. It was your personality that did the job" "Psh! My personality sucks" "It doesn't sucks if it won somebody with a good heart over. And we all know how big Malik's heart is" "Yes,his heart is very big and he loves to wear it on his sleeve when he's around me" "Yea,and I can tell that he does a d that's a good thing. Which brings me back to my point"