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#review#Coy#poetry the unbridled love of child snuffed without a care robbed from the cradle of my lost heart on the cusps of my awakening to a world that had rules for the weak and the broken to keep them in line and out of sight lest to remind the strong of their slips the mistakes they gloss over with smiles and all the sweet things i am denied in a world indifferent to all that happens i am left to fend for myself defend again things that only i know off things that even my sire knows not off forced to fight monstrosities veiled in the light of day dancing to my screams as i lose battle after battle to them and each time stripped of a little more of my being till i am nothing till i become a shell a veil for them to wear in the daylight to taunt and deceive all who think them defeated lost on the ancient battlefields sown with their blood and covered with the blossom of false victories the very place to be watered again with the blood of the strong in the shadows of even stronger ones till the cycle begins anew in perpetuity for always and forever

Why did I do that? I am furious with myself. I slammed my door open and kicked out my shoes. Threw my heavy key chain on the mirror. It crashed loudly and then there was this complete silence. My hands were still trembling. I washed the blood off my fingers. Blood stains were all over my t shirt and some were on my pants too. First i thought i will wash them.. then I decided to burn them altogether. My house was a glass house. Completely transparent. Atleast how they make houses in 2050. Right to privacy was never known to anybody. I took all my dress and threw them in a steel bin, poured some petrol and lit the fire... God!!!! It s burning forever'.... The haunting of today's incident came as a flash before my eyes. This weird looking guy was following me for the past 2 weeks. Wherever I he was there. Today I was standing at this building top trying to think about something and there he came. I didn't have anything to defend or scare him. I don't wanna talk to him. I ran away but his footsteps are getting closer every second. Suddenly I remember this knife keychain i had in my bag. I took and and swung back to threaten him. But he was too close.....The knife pierced his eyeball and went in some more....we both screamed in fear and pain. He fell down and was muttering...we.. are the lasst per... persons.... In this ....plan.. planet....but..... and then he stopped moving... I turned back and ran and ran and ran.... Ran some more...... The clothes were fully burnt... I flushed the ashes down the toilet and the sound reverberated all over the house. There was an eerie silence... I was finally relaxed and wanted to sleep.... And crashed on the bed........I like this silence. Or.. Is this too silent????? finally jus I was dozing off to sleep...... The phone stated ringing!!!! #Shortstory #review #dhruv

Majesty Uncertified thoughts are certified , By unfazed & dangling words , Unabashed by a group of people ; Being fugitive about the future plans , Coming in reality with uninvited innings , Hoping to see the future with clear vision of intelligence and wisdom , Being optimistic about the plans , Craving for something new , Plans certified with principle of favourability. Or Beginner's luck which comes with the power of full retention of deity ; Majestic powers don't come often , It comes only with those who have the courage to perform things out of the box . #Shruti #review #poetry

Revenge// By Authur Michael Tupu its brutal, —to desist revenge. you ache from the friction, and burst into a beautiful flame, you forge the finest piece of steel that cuts thru every bitter wave, that you go thru. but you're not defined by your worst. you're not the fire that yearns for retaliation. instead, you seek to reciprocate all the energy that was invested into nurturing you up, and try to forget how cold and wet they kept you, before now. some days, steel cuts itself, and you bleed from wounds that you indirectly inflict upon yourself. some days you draw too close to the fire for warmth, reminiscing how the cold used to cage you like a captive, and now the heat of the fire like night tales tardily refreshes your retentiveness and before you recollect, snap, you're burnt afresh. then you learn again, quickly, how to find peace by the sea water, away from the fire, canvassing the tides within you, and you find yourself again, the power within you, to find solace all by yourself and discipline every dour will that knocks heavily on your door for the exchange of unyielding thoughts. i never want to revenge. it burns. it hurts like a wound that's supposed to heal, but never will. ©a.m.tupu. #review#poetry#amtupu_

/ourocean of love/ By Authur Michael Tupu we're in the ocean of love, voyaging across horizons, of forever, blindfolded of the violent tides around us. but when the earth shakes too hard to jiggle us, we will hold on very tight, gripping on to the waters. we hope to discover gravity, the moon, and the sun behind these tides, and be in silent conversations with them. when the cold currents race against our battleship, we will wage war against them, sailing deep into the warzone, with compassion and commitment. when everything seems to have fallen apart, we will swim in this love together, fighting against the waves, and when we're tired, we will come at truce with the tides, and convince them to carry us towards the shore, ebbing us away from the violent storms, to an island we've always known, an island of solace, an island full of love #poetry #amtupu_ #review I'm torn within "tides" and 'our ocean of love' for the title. Would you choose for me? Thank you.

After the mistake you can know What you had and what you have now. #Akash#Quote#review

Mistakes make a man perfect, but those mistakes take away a lot of. #Akash#Quote#review

To The Seasons. Seasons that pass me by in varied mood, As the impressionable land you leave a trace, Molding sometime a delicate flower's sweet face, Touching again with green the sombre wood, Or drawing all beneath a snowy hood, Am I not worthy as they have a place, In your remembrance? Am I too base, To know what weed and thorn have understood? Fair vernal time,I need your quickening, Even as the sleeping Earth! O summer heat, Make flower and fruit in me that I bring, Full hands to autumn when above me beat, The serious winds ; and winter, make me strong Like the glad music of your battle song. #review #Linville #poetry

#review#Linville #poetry Why do you ignore me? It seems I am a conspiracy For the love mushrooms solitaire My imagination in oceans Stretching miles away I thought of you Surety my only concern That my trust is halfway My compulsive memory's The one's we lost in facade I admit I'm going But ill return with sour Will it add value But for now it's satires I still give you And I steal take it On earth unbearable lightness But on Venus fly trap Watching me at a distance I'll still hold on to you Standing besiged on rooftop My hands stretched out But as the cold creeps in Conveyancing plea motion But it's okay It's life

I crave touch... I'm not asking for much I stopped praying years ago Hands running on my body, in slow mo There's no hand here though I am marred, you know Scared, wanting for waves to carry me, as they flow.. But I won't do so I want it... but it's me who needs to row I want your hands on me Smoothing my soul, crease free And that soft peck of glee That's just what I ask for, trust me But that hold frights me, you see So I'm begging, to be clutched by thee Smothered, not even gasping to flee I'm yours... do me Staring me, what do you see? #poem #review

saddest road. by Authur Michael Tupu. "in peace, sons burry their fathers. in war, fathers burry their sons." brothers, an ode to you, you went down the saddest road. //oh you went oh furthest//. when the world fights a war, there are those who perish from not knowing there existed a battle. a part of me is holding back tears, for i look for you in places i know you can't fit no more. call me wind if you please, for i know not how to weep in secrecy. i breathe, wait and hope that my fears are not only that i lost you, but I'll be able to stomach the bruises your departure printed on this blood core. #poetry#amtupu_#review

To Be a Woman With stars in the eyes I came into the world Dreaming to fly like a butterfly Dad told me countless I was his princess But all I wanted Was to be fearless I went to school Did pretty good I worked so hard And succeeded But the world had other plans for a no-man Girl you should settle They starded to tell You should get a man While you get the chance But I wasn't ready To accept my duty I wish I knew then Celibacy was no sin nor marriage "but" a win Everyone should be free To choose their own glee Whether it's a ring Or nothing.....at all #review #poem #RosemèneSaintLouis🥀