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You are, Fence of seduction, Till I vent all my senses veins pump as it tenses. Essence of a gentle, love is moment less. Time's not a crisis if we did it like we meant this. Don't regret me as I fill me in your soul. I wish to be your's, and not to be Yet, another expenses. #wong#review

#Saramts #poetry #review Life went too placid, Living in the nest of a seaside birch. Talking with souls drifted in sands, Drawn in patterns of unforgettable sadness. There you see, how a moon turns red, how the sky breaks in tears. Life goes on, crushing hearts that cry in joy. And I lay mourning death of a firefly.

I have an odd impulse, of losing myself in the crowd. I believed that's how I found myself, but then I realised. I just wanted to be found. Beyond lust and pleasures, I have a jubilant admiration, for this weird ripple of sensitivities, that can only be triggered by people so rare. It's almost angelic. In a world that survives on each other, It's only a miracle how I live on my own. Comprehending pain from people, Discerning despair. I was just correlating. To what it made me, And what you've become. I guess, Its been a trial to see how to be the man, that I pretend to be. #wong#review#newuser

#review #aarushi #story Title: Sorry, you've fallen for the wrong girl. P.S. : This is just the prologue, for my first book on Wattpad, please tell me if it is good enough. Female lead's POV: It was moments like this, the one I'm having right now, which made me wish that the dark of the night and the gentle wind weren't my only company when I cried. It would be nice if I had a true friend by my side, lending me their shoulder to cry and tell me it will be alright, that it wasn't my fault. Male lead's POV: I don't remember the last time I visited Rhys. But I needed the distraction right now, to get my mind off of the new curvy Asian girl, yet to be introduced in class. She somehow had my attention since first period. Maybe looking at the city from the roof would be a good distraction. Once upstairs, the first thing my eyes landed on was the girl forementioned sitting on the neighbouring roof. Why did she have to live here of all places? She was crying, but why? I watched her silently while a few tears slipped out of her eyes. By the time she rushed downstairs, two things were certain. One, she wasn't the one who cried for attention and sympathy, just to show that she isn't okay. She was the one who cried so that she can continue pretending that she is okay. Two, the attention this girl is getting from me, without even asking for it, is unnerving.

Title: We Are Also a Human Being Running from reality With the scar of betrayal, Chasing my shadow In the darken hall. I was lost in myself Blindfolded over my eyes, To find my lost soul That was cursed long time. Those dirty smiles Of judgemental society, Blood thirsty eyes With unspeakable desire, Unholy thoughts of theirs Crushed me from inside. They said I was a mistake And never heard story of my side. Is this really our fault to being girl! So tell me how could change my fate? You are treating like us object But what are those feelings. Is not there any emotions Within our hearts? But you know that, We are also a human being. #poetry#review#tony

Emptiness Oh! How I remember those days when I used to read and laugh and cry Quarrelling and gossiping Playing and losing Cooking and serving my lovelies around Full of ups and downs Oh! How lively life used to be Oh! How come l am here? With no soul to share And ears to gossips No more of age old stories And no oldies to dictate Less is there a banter here Only calm and silence glooms this tranquil streets and lobbies of closed shops lined with haunting strays men and animals and lamps going off and on where empty houses stay I dread this peaceful city of beauty uncanned I loathe my untidy soul for this For people who yearns for a place like this For I Who never know beauty is carried by peace is unable to comprehend the unknown things like this Wish I return to the madness of life and life full of lovelies Wish who genuinely wants it like this replaces me. #lazypen#review#poetry

Every sin you do in Love is poetry #review

I lay on my bed laying all my worries together, Drenched in tears wondering why I cry, Feeling a rush inside me so powerful, Still feeling weak to give it a try, I'm so alone in this huge crowd, In a vibrant rainbow a depressed monochrome, I have stayed within four walls my whole life, But my mind leaps miles in search for a home. I go to the garden with little girls everyday, They pick daisies and I pick abandoned wild grass, I'll ask my known ones to burn them with me when I die, So we live as meaningful ashes in a jar of brass. I pity the shooting stars for falling so hard, And dislike the clouds for having so much hate, They could have given the falling stars a hand, And helped them from hitting the bottom and kept them safe. I'm trying to pull these senseless fragments into one, Don't know if these fragments are of my thoughts or my heart, Rather than spending time and energy figuring it out, I'll act as the puppet in the show and play my part. #review #poetry #maans

I still remember when we first met You were 13 and I was 12 You were moving in to your new house You were our new neighbors I later learned That time I came home from school You were standing at the door carrying a box You were wearing blue skirts to your knees You look to me as I stand briefly on the street at the front of our house You smiled but I creep out inside Never had a pretty face smiled to me I wanted to speak and say hello but decided against it and went inside the house instead Out of fear I say stupid and embarrassed myself The next day though we became officially friends You really made the effort to make friends and not me Through the years we still remain friends But it's not the same as it used to be You are now living overseas to fullfil your dreams While I stay in the country and still looking for myself You were my first crush and you knew it well I told it to you the year later we met I never courted you though because I don't want to ruin our friendship, And I have a haunch you don't feel the same thing with me As you keep telling me I was like a younger brother to you as you are an only child Yeah yeah I kind of understand it all But still it kinda hurts Knowing you like someone but the feeling isn't mutual But we gotta be tough, right? This isn't the end I know it well We're both young, a lot could happen Wether we end up become lovers or maybe not I only hope our friendship still remains I hope it'll last forever This will be all Hope you don't find it weird I just misses you so much so here it is That's all and I wish you are always safe #review#poem#openforcretics #I'llsendittosomeonespecialtome #kidlycorrectforgrammars #andopenforsuggestions #thankyou

Stab me in the heart and bury me in my garden.Place sunflowers on my gravestone. They were my grandmom's favorite. Ever since her passing it's been difficult to carry on in this plastic world among masked faces.This silence after separation is deafening. I break the silence by talking to the flowers. #review

Stab me in the heart and bury me in my garden.Place sunflowers on my gravestone. They were my grandmom's favorite. Ever since her passing it's been difficult to carry on in this plastic world among masked faces.This silence after separation is deafening. I break the silence by talking to the flowers.Stab me in the heart and bury me in my garden.Place sunflowers on my gravestone. They were my grandmom's favorite. Ever since her passing it's been difficult to carry on in this plastic world among masked faces.This silence after separation is deafening. I break the silence by talking to the flowers. Xoxo Wallflower #review

The Awakening She lived across the beachside, And saw the ocean with such glee, As if the ocean was calling her, And so did she wanted to flee, She stood at the shore, The waves called out her name, And she knew this stormy ocean, Can pull her out of the life's game, While she stood there in chaos, Wishing to be devoid and free, A thought cascaded down her mind, "What lied under this stormy sea?" On the 10th of April evening, She ran away into the light, Packed up her wild intentions, No longer she is in our sight I hope she unfolded the secrets, Buried a thousand feet beneath the land, And found everything that this world had lacked, Right under the stormy sand It was a high tide September night, When a bottle tucked my ankles, Inside a note that said "To feel free, I broke free from all the shackles"! ~IWRITESOMETIMES | Maansi @Maansiibajaj #review #iwritesometimes #poem