Poetic Tweets Novels & Stories

I did not know she wrote poetry or that so many people loved her like that. “There is a lot you don’t know about mate. She is awesome. You are just too dumb to see it.” ‘Shut it, Convel. She is not our mate anymore. Besides, I thought you were not speaking to me” “She will always be my mate. Now you shut it so I can hear my mate.” Yep, you guessed it. He blocked me again. ‘Trevor, I didn’t know your friend was a poet. She seems pretty popular here. The crowd loves her. Listen to them calling her name.”

[ K A R A ] I spent the entire night reading and rereading Ryder's notes over and over again. His poems were honest and raw. He wrote so beautifully. I never would have imagined the same mouth that said all those dirty jokes could write such romantic things. And okay, I don't mean to sound narcissistic, but are these poems written about me? Am I… ‘K’?

“Please. Just… give me a minute.” I make it into my office, close the door, and lean against it. My phone is already blowing up. Notifications every second. Against my better judgment, I open X. Mistake. Huge mistake. The tweets are… God, they’re awful. “Imagine being having a hole so big you need THREE men to fill the void” “Gold digger of the century right here” “Those poor babies growing up in that sick environment” “She’s disgusting. Three brothers!! This is what happens when women have no morals”

And she found out she had the option of providing an email address instead of a phone number. While she waited for Twitter’s confirmation email to finish opening the account, she sent her arrival time at Buenos Aires to her friends. And just like Jay had asked her, she posted her poem to F******k and copied the link. Then came the moment to tap follow on “his name with the blue thingie”—Gosh, it was just crazy!—paste the link on a direct message that would have to wait for his okay to get through, and find something to write to him.

No one can ever compete with the numbers of followers he had on Twitter! No matter how many zeros Nathan had given to Tehilla, it was now completely useless! He had thought of so many ways but missed out on that part! Nathan immediately logged into his account. The one which he had not been using for years. He retweeted the advertisement that Rex made to promote the app and left a message that read, 'Student No. 23's speech was moving for someone like me. If you can dream it, you can do it. What's the matter with being late?'

He was silent for a while before starting to slowly swirl his head from side to side and reciting. “Drinking deep into Autumn's night. “Feeling like puking the next day’s light. “Though I was annoyed and bored. “I lamented.” The minute he finished, he anxiously asked Penny, “Gorgeous Penny, my poem is pretty meaningful right? Do you think I have hopes of becoming the champion?” At his words, Jewel could not help but spit the candy in her mouth out before smiling and said, “Haha! Mister, this man’s poem is interesting. He just did doggerel! Haha!”

] [So he was singing 'I love you' to Claire all along. [I can't take it anymore, why would God do this to Claire?] Overnight, Claire's Twitter account gained millions of followers. But in reality, there was only one tweet: [If you're in a bad mood, you can come here and chat. Wishing everyone health and happiness, and to grow old with the ones you love.] Every day, countless new comments were posted under it: [Sister, is the world over there nice? I'm so tired, I want to come find you.]

My mother was quiet for a few seconds. "That's good. If you don't want to stay at school, come home." "Okay." After hanging up, I opened Twitter. The top trending tag was: #InfluencerSunnyFallsFromCliff. The second was: #MomentTheRopeSnapped. The third was: #LenaMacmillan. I tapped into the third one. The pinned post was from a gossip account.

Demetri roared, stomping into the kitchen, "Stop spreading shit about me! I fed it once! And now it's all over twitter!" "The hash tag's #Demetristweety," Zane burst out laughing, "It's trending." "How the hell did that even happen?" I reached for my phone in my back pocket then realized it was out in the living room. Where was his publicist, Niall? He was paid to keep shit from exploding like that. Demetri pointed at Zane. "He made it happen. Have I mentioned how much I hate when this guy's not touring? Too much damn free time."

The night sky stretches above, clear and star-studded, a canvas of serenity that contrasts with the chaos within me. I've always found comfort in writing, and tonight is no different. The words flow from my fingertips onto the screen, a form of therapy that helps me process the storm of emotions raging inside me. As I jot down a few lines about my situation, the poem takes shape, capturing the essence of my pain and confusion. It's a bittersweet creation, a reflection of the tangled web of emotions I find myself trapped in.