Tiktok Poems Novels & Stories

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...

Elara’s life had settled into a painful but familiar rhythm. She continued creating content every day — long, sexy dancing videos where she moved her body sensually to trending sounds especially Kai’s songs, twerking, body rolls, and lip-syncing with seductive expressions. Her follower count had crossed 4 million on TikTok and 4.3 million on I*******m. The engagement was massive but deep inside her, she was tired. Tired of being passed around as a sex toy by the Lennox men. Tired of the secrets, the bruises, living in constant fear. She decided to bury herself deeper in social media, using it as an escape.

“Have you been on social media?” Dawn and I both chorus. “No. Why?” Jenna’s eyes widen. “Edward and the girls are trending.” I shoot upright. “What?” “There’s a reel of Bethany and Brianna in handcuffs.” My jaw drops. “Oh, my God.” She holds out her phone. “This already has twenty-five million views.” The screen lights up with a TikTok. The caption reads: Checking into rehab... Edward TMW style ⚽️💅🍆🍑💦🧘

River’s smug tone snapped me out of it. I threw a pillow at him and shoved the phone back. “Stop watching my mate. Call the best hackers we know and have them delete that video.” As I downloaded the app, I muttered, “What’s it called again? Oh, right. TikTok.” River chuckled. “There were two other cute girls in the video, in case you didn’t notice.” I didn’t. I searched for the clip—it was trending now. Four million views. “Four million perverts gawking at my woman,” I growled.

Tumko Hi Sajaya Maine Khwaabon Mein (I've decorated You in my dreams) Tum Ho Mera Pyar, Tumse Hai Karaar (You are my love, I'm satisfied only because of You) Tumko Hi Basaya Maine Yaadon Mein (I've resided You in my thoughts) Tumse Hai Nasha, Tumse Hai Khumaar (Intoxication is there because of You) Tumko Hi Sajaya Maine Khwaabon Mein (I've decorated You in my dreams) Tum Ho Mera Pyar, Tumse Hai Karaar (You are my love, I'm satisfied only because of You) Tumko Hi Basaya Maine Yaadon Mein (I've resided You in my thoughts) Tumse Hai Nasha, Tumse Hai Khumaar (Intoxication is there because of You) Tumko Hi Sajaya Maine Khwaabon Mein (I've decorated You in my dreams)

“Right? I hate how much I love him.” We took a few pictures after lunch—mostly of the food and some selfies under a row of hanging orchids. Mark kissed my cheek in one, and I uploaded it to my I*******m with the caption he literally forced on me. "Sunshine & sass. Brains + beauty edition." The likes rolled in fast. Comments too. Some from old classmates, my hockey fan base and others from strangers I didn’t know who followed my account for the poems, the book recs, or maybe just the parts of me I was finally letting them see.

So he's definitely safe! Why was I acting like some desperate girlfriend who needed her man after not seeing him for a few days? It was ridiculous. Embarrassing, even. After hypnotizing myself into believing I was overreacting, I felt better and tossed everything to the back of my mind, or at least I thought. Since I could dance, I figured it would be the best thing to post. Moreover, I heard one could make money from posting on platforms like Tiktok, so maybe I could give it a try?

I did this over and over liking and commenting in my mind till TikTok had to warn me several that I was going to fast. Being the black sheep in-between every where around me, I didn't listen till my TikTok crashed like thrice then I was kicked out of TikTok after some hours of still going through them on and on. Not being a fan of I*******m, I decided to rest my head placing it on the throw pillow I already placed on the floor in Maxwell room while I turn the duvet I was laying on very well before using the blanket to cover up my body while I place my earpiece in listening to Ruger songs. I so much love him that he do nothing but to put me to sleep.

Liv Mia jumped in, already climbing up on the bed like it was her couch at home, kicking her shoes off and flopping down next to me. “Exactly, screw that noise, this baby is a queen already and we’re gonna celebrate her, watch this.” Then they went full chaotic best-friend mode, Mia jumping up and down on the mattress making the whole bed bounce while I winced and laughed at the same time because ow but also hilarious, and Zoe grabbed the baby out again and started dancing her around the room like a ragdoll singing “your pumpum bring life…… your pumpum bring life, look at this tiny pumpum making mama fight!” in the dumbest off-key voice while Mia filmed the whole thing on her phone for TikTo

I needed something warm to make me feel like I wasn’t drowning. By the time I sat down to eat, the silence felt too heavy. I grabbed my phone and decided to scroll through something mindless. I*******m? No. Too many faces. Too many fake smiles. TikTok would do. Just short clips of funny videos, dance, music—something to distract me. The first few videos made me chuckle a bit. People dancing, pets doing funny things, couples pulling pranks. For a moment, I felt… lighter. I spooned rice into my mouth, letting the noise from my phone fill the room instead of the thoughts in my head.