Poetic Tweets Mga Nobela at Kwento

I read the first tweet that was shown on the screen of my cellphone, it was a tweet of an alter account with a handle @ashtonxxx. @ashtonxxx 'Hey! Who's up now? I just need a place to stay tonight. Near Harbor, you can do whatever you want to me. DM me if you're game. ' Attached to that tweet was a photo of a naked man, with a large emoticon glued to his face so that no one can recognize him. This man on the photo is exactly my type, he has a twink body. He has a good body shape and his skin is like the skin of a months-old baby, smooth and clean.

I lie here awake but I’m not one to pray, everything’s changed but now I’m okay. I’m rattled this time, can someone lift my chin, keep my head above water before I’m too deep in. I’ve never had problems, where do I begin, but it’s not a problem because I’m just being human.’ I had always liked poetry and this particular one actually got to me because I felt I could relate to it in a weird kind of way. “Poetry is light, poetry is love. That’s a poem written by an anonymous poet on i*******m. Pstar7….”

A trending topic bar flashes: **#LittleMoonLullaby**. I scroll. Clips. Edits. One tweet with a million likes already: *“When the backup singer writes the song that heals your inner child @ElianaCruz I’m sobbing.”* Another: *“This is the sound of a single mom singing herself to sleep, too.”* My eyes sting. Because they’re not wrong. Because that *is* what I wrote. It still feels like I just handed strangers my rib cage and asked them to rate it out of ten.

Muling umukit ang ngiti sa aking labi habang binabalikan kung paano nila binigyang kulay ang buhay ko and because of that realization, one line popped in my head. "This night is sparkling don't you let it go." - Taylor Swift I tweeted. I don't want to let this sparkle go. Kinabukasan ay walang pasok kaya nagkaroon ako ulit ng time magbabad sa social media. Naisip ko na gumawa ng private account at pagkagawa ko ay bumungad sa'kin ang trend list at first spot doon ang #PoetryDay. Bumalik sa ala-ala ko ang mga nangyari years ago.

-Mill I searched her name on twitter and I really wanted to follow her but then I know I couldn’t, for now. Sigh. But then I tried to stalk her again. She tweeted some stuff about a few hours ago. I saw one that says about me falling asleep when I talked to her over the call, then there was #sleeptalker. I chuckled, “So you tweet about me now and not JTA?” Suddenly, she tweeted again just seconds ago. @lindyswanepoel: Thinking About You - Frank Ocean #nocturnal #np

'Check dms in your fan account, miss popularity' I chuckled. I opened my messages with Hannah in my fan account and she sent me a ton of tweets. There was also a screen shot. My eyes widened. It was a screenshot of the viral hashtags at the moment. There were... #TheodoreBackOff #TheoShesOursNow #BrielleBackOff #BrielleIsOursNow I laughed hysterically at the tweets under the hashtags. Why are they so extra? It's so funny. I can't even. Lmao.

Danielle's POV I'm just a shadow of myself Danielle cried while talking to her best friend, Britney. I'm an orphan yet pregnant to an unknown man. What has life become of me?, 'I can't keep this child. No!' she screamed. I barely can feed myself how am I supposed to take care of this child, she cried. All Britney could do was console her telling her "everything will work out fine".

I didn’t have time to get a message back so I am desperately hoping that he received it. The room doesn’t seem to have a clock or anything in it but when I look out of the window it’s pitch black outside and it sounds like it’s pouring down rain. I am standing at the window when I hear a crack of thunder roll through the sky and just a few seconds later there is a beautiful streak of lightning that lit up the whole sky like it was the daytime. It feels so black that it’s almost like the Moon Goddess has closed her eyes and was crying for the world.

I wasn’t okay—not fully—but I was holding on. I exhaled, unlocked my phone, and did what I knew I shouldn’t. I opened X again. The top tweet wasn’t about me, not directly. It was one of those fan accounts—bright, bold letters and way too many emojis. But the words caught me off guard: @xavslays: “Xavier Kesh didn’t just defend his girl—he stood in the fire with her. That’s love. That’s real. That’s the kind of man you fight wars beside. #CoupleGoals #ProtectMelissaBrown”

I opened the X app, formerly known as Twitter, and registered a new account with the handle "Chris Gomez's Wife" No nonsense, no sob stories. I tagged Yvonne and posted a short tweet: "Stop playing the victim. Forget a million dollars. If you can prove in court that those hands actually exist and have touched even just one of your fingers, I'll give you both my properties, both my cars, and 15 million dollars in cash on top." This tweet exploded online. [What the hell! 15 million?] [This woman's crazy! She's giving away money for free!]