Tiktok Poems Novels & Stories

Poke "Lucas,go away" "We are at the beach,we supposed to have fun and here you are scrolling through whatever"He retorted from behind. I didn't bother to look at me,I continued scrolling through Tiktok "Drop the phone" "I'm not doing that"I replied,still watching videos. "You won't right?" "Nope"I answered popping the P. "Okay then"He replied. Good he is gone I was still grinning at the amazing tiktok videos of teenagers when his hands landed on my tickled spot,he tickled hell outta of me.

Aarif said holding her hand in his and looking at Shayari who stared at him silently Shayari wanted to jerk his hand off but she did not because it would leave a negative impact. Shayari only nodded her head in response and Aarif smiled a bit and left from there. Wo zehar hai kya Jo kisi ki Jaan na le jaye Aur wo Ishq hi kya Jo kisi ko Dard na de jaye ~Ankita Ghosh (what kind of poison is it if it does not take anyone's life? And What kind of love is it that does not give pain to anyone ) Shayari recited the Shayari (a kind of poem) she read somewhere a long time back.

"My best friend is really in lovee.” “Im not.” I frowned. She laughed loudly. "Relax, I’m just teasing you. Anyways, I hope you have started making videos. Content creation is the real deal. TikTok is tea.” I looked at her. "I don’t really know how to use the phone." Maya’s hand went up to her face. "You are worse than my grandma." I burst out laughing. Maya was effortlessly funny. Maya helped me set up my TikTok account. Then we started trying out some trends.

Covering myself with my sun dress, I let Jackson set up my phone and balance it on the floor next to a tree. "Do you know the dances?" I ask with a frown. "Yup, now lets go!" He quickly rushes to my side as he starts the video. The song is one I quickly recognise, and I fall into beat with Jackson as he flawlessly performs the dance. It's some kind of twerk song, I'm not sure what it's called but it's fun. I technically don't know how to dance, but the tik toks are pretty simple and easy to follow, plus, they don't last more than like twenty seconds.

He was a part of that softness. He didn’t overwhelm her with constant texts or cling to her attention like oxygen. There were no needy expectations or demands masked as affection. Instead, he offered a rhythm that spoke volumes in its simplicity. A quiet “Good morning.” A Rupi Kaur poem—short, aching, and beautiful. A video of a toddler dancing barefoot in a puddle, giggling wildly, captioned: “I hope your day is as soft as this.” That message had clutched something deep inside her chest and held it gently.

============== I storm into my apartment fuming. Their words echo in my mind. "Attention seeker" "Talentless." I will show them exactly how talentless I really am. I grab my makeup bag paint my face bold, bright. Today I am going with a Hailey Queen look. I am mad. Mad with vengeance in my heart. I open TikTok. Creating a new video titled: "Exposing Fake Philanthropists" My anger pours out. Through every word, every gesture. " Hi lovelies, it's your favorite chat buddy, BBB. Welcome to another session"

I then uploaded it and finished my last sip in the glass. My phone had almost instantly lit up with notifications that people were liking my video, as they should. The modelling studio we arrived at was surrounded by my adoring crowd. The driver got out and opened my door for me. “Prince Tay! Over here!” A reporter shouted. “How do you feel about the fact that the TikTok you just uploaded has already hit 10K likes?” “10K and increasing as we speak,” I replied and walked over to the next reporter. “Are you concerned that your title might be stolen by the uprising star, Liam Arch?” He asked.

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.

(x2) Tu hai toh mera wajood hain Tu hai toh meri talaash hain Tu hai toh shaamein khushnuma Tu hai toh luv ki pyaas hain [You are the reason of my existence] [You are the reason of my pursuit...] [My Evenings are filled with happiness because of you...] [You are the reason my lips feel the thirst...] Jiyare Likhun main tere naam saari umar

Yeah, I need you right now So don't let me, don't let me, don't let me down I think I'm losing my mind now It's in my head, darling, I hope That you'll be here when I need you the most, so Don't let me, don't let me, don't let me down Don't let me down Yeah, don't let me down Yeah, don't let me down Don't let me down, oh no Said, "Don't let me down" Don't let me down, no Don't let me down, down, down..." they finished. " Hey, don't we have homework to do?" Willow asked after a while. "Yeah we do, but I'm starving. Anyone want food?" Mila asked. " We do," Raine answered. " Come on, let's head to the kitchen," she said. " I got a big fat ass, come on!" she sang to the viral TikTok song as her