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Posted Jan 21
*Who Am I* Ah! This drizzling rain Those lovely skies I love it all I don't know why These twinkling stars That lovely moon I wanna see them Even in the noon I wanna run I wanna fly Do everything possible Before I die That's what a part of me Always says The part I wish could Forever stay But in this world That's not the case Like every coin I have another face The one which is scared The one which is shy Wanting to be heard Almost ready to cry That me doesn't have A place to go Neither when I burn Nor when I glow I spend nights wondering Which of them is right I often put them in a battlefield But they refuse to fight So now I'm really confused I don't know why All I wanna know is who am I .. #review#everyone#poem
Posted Jan 21
Her: He said maybe I'll fall for you, And my name he kept calling, I looked at that pretty boy and laughed, He didn't know he was already falling. Her: She thinks I'm falling now, But what she doesn't know at all, Is the day when I saw her, Her naive heart had made me enthralled ! #review #mans #poem
Posted Jan 21
If I were you I wonder how life would be, Maybe a little easier and a lot better With gentle reminders of not being ashamed Of what you are , what you seek, how high can be one's peak, we would live not in fragments but in peace When dazzling lights would lead you to dark When beings alive would leave you dead inside You and I, we would be to mountains, With weeds outgrown and daffodils whistling, "To not care, to not care, we live once " And we would repeat behind chasing the wind and unseen heights , "Oh!, to not care,to not care, we come to you, we come to you, up here , so shy, no eye may see us live, see us breath" Then when a sweetheart butterfly would kiss our cheeks , with joy , with joy, a goodbye we would wave to again live in fragments till to live in peace . If I were you, I wonder how life would be How life would be #review
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Posted Jan 21
(Hello world,) : Ahh..life, Well its not fair that I know, What the hell am i supposed to do? Shit just keep coming to me out of the blue, I have feelings but few, There's this deep down feeling to pursue, Why is it so alone here? They promised me friends, They promised me angels, They promised people of different blends, But there are only betrayals, They said i will find true love, But all i see here is desperation. Inside me, I want to hug someone tight, I want to kiss her forehead, Where is my light? All promises all dreams are now fading away, Leaving me here , In the darkness of my insecurities. But no.. They promised. #poetry#poetry #asthir#asthir#review
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Posted Jan 21
-Nothingness My life is in a ocean of nothingness, The waves of my reality, Keeps changing, The wind of my sanity, Keeps flowing, I want a sun of clarity. This nothingness, Massless, Without any reason, Keeps flowing within me, As i see all my life flowing infront of me, I realize that only nothingness was there, inside me, Which i filled with everything, But Nothing. ~asthir #poetry#asthir#review
Posted Jan 21
SOLITARY TRIBUTES: Dear diary ; Be my secret keeper Trust me you will not be a boring partner My Soul is about to fade away But still something's thwarting my way Dear diary; Be my soaked pillow carved emotions can't evaporate my sorrow.. Tears on my pillow, will they ever cease? The more I think about it the more they increase Dear diary; Be my endurance of existence So you can endow my emotional affluence Acquaint your mastery of resilience to me So I can survive in this atrocious realm #review #poetry
Posted Jan 20
Guilty Conscience It haunts you about the past About the happiness that didn't even last About the happiness that was obtained Through methods wrong and aghast The deed is done But this feeling will never end, At the back of your mind It will ever fend Like stays on the early morning grass A drop of dew it'll stay And that's guilty conscious for you #poetry #rk #review
Posted Jan 20
WHAT LAY BENEATH. At first they thought it was all fun and games. They paid no heed to the advice their parents millions of times gave. In their minds, they had to try it out. They had find out what lay beneath. They wanted to know what little creatures crawled behind those old crumbling walls of that house at HILLPOINT, the house their grand parents told them is haunted. They wanted to know what demon slept their. They wanted to know what monsters bellowed all night- but most of all, they wanted to prove the legend. Curiosity killed the cat. So on the night of December 31st, 1998, the threesome__ one girl, two boys all not older than 14__ climbed up the winding hill to the old rotting house that stared them back menacing, evil- diabolical. It was like it wanted to quench a thirst for blood. And there coming, down the winding road, where three ignorant little kids. Fools. When they approached the house, 10 feet maybe, an owl hooted, the harbinger of death. A warning none of the three took. They had to explore, they had to find out. It was like the house had a magical magnet pull that reached out to their souls, it pulled them, 5 feet now. For a hill, it was too silent, no wind, and no creatures in the grass sang their evening songs. It was 6PM. It was like the creatures knew the house reeked of death, so they kept away. Even the wind. The atmosphere was dry_barren. The girl finally broke the silence, "Let's go home guys!" She nudged the boys, her voice trembling. But they heard nothing, they were hypnotised. They didn't have control over themselves. The house smiled. It's windows so dark, no sign of life inside. No sign of anything good. They still didn't care. She spoke up again, this time taking a step backwards, holding the teddy bear she always carried with her even tighter, "Come on guys, let's go back!" She almost screamed and cried. She stamped her feet on the ground. They didn't care. They had to get it and maybe greet the devil that lived in that old ragged house. "Go home Suzy." One of the boys replied and continued "adventures aren't for the weak at heart." He didn't even bother to look back as he said this. His gaze was only on the house, his and the other boy's mouths feel agape, as if they were awe struck. There eyes devilishly black, no sense of humanity left in them. None at all. They now belonged to the house. Their souls doomed to be trapped in it forever. One step close to the door. The taller of the boys opened it. It let out a long menacing and satanic Creek, as if it were laughing at them. For being foolish preferably. Once opened, it let out a strong gush of air that sucked the boys in. They screamed! But it was too late. And while Suzy stood their crying, weeping and sobbing, at the window, she saw two glows, red in color. The monster stared at her. The demon lusted for her. She felt the pull and towards the house she went, like a zombie. Doomed to die. At the hands of whatever lay beneath. They got their answers, but they didn't live long enough to evaluate them. #review#AI#ShortStory
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Posted Jan 20
Hold me tight-- Till my soul melts down-- Lay with me-- Till my heartbeats-- get lost in your rhythm Kiss me-- Till I forget every taste I've ever known #review#Sbh#poetry
Posted Jan 20
NO ABSOLUTION I wonder if ever the space feels lonely, If lands feel invaded from time to time. What if the sky feels too full? Find me a black hole feeling empty tonight. I want to meet the dessert that feels dry, And greet the cold snow with warm hugs. I want to hear the wetness of the rain, and feel the heat of the sun on my face. Tell me there's nothing perfectly fine, That the bloody time is at fault. There's always a reason for what you are, and nothing can absolutely be wrong. ©Pakhi 20.01.2021 #pm#review#poetry
Posted Jan 20
*FRACTION OF SECONDS* Woke up. I knew I was late. Coz that was my routine. And coz of a simple logic, why be excited to wake up early and go to a place you hate and do something that you hate! I sighed when my mouth tasted coffee before colgate...Ahh! how I love normal days, It was a normal day. At least that's what I thought. Papa was there looking up from the newspaper at me with a sense of pity. I sort of ignored that and walked out through the front door, but the next sight, a brand new beautiful ladybird and an even more beautiful rider, with short black hair waving in the wind, in a skirt that knew well not to cover her beautiful legs... Well I couldn't ignore that! Just a fraction of seconds and I had already captured her. Made her mine. Is this what they call... Oops!! She looked at me. Damn it! She caught me staring at her! I looked away whistling. I looked again, did I see a smile? I heard Mom shouting my name out aloud. I knew I had to rush. As I was rushing inside I heard a loud thud. I turned back and saw the beautiful ladybird lying on the road. It was only a fraction of second, yet my mind talked to me in infinite speed...Somethings...what did he say I don't remember anymore. I remember rushing back to the house. One year I didn't talk to our new neighbour who was an year older than me.Days went by. Mom had started packing things up one evening I came back from school. Papa received his transfer letter. Now whenever I see a cycle I think. What would've happened? Why hadn't I stopped my mind talking to me? Why hadn't I I rushed 'out'side than 'in'side? All in a fraction of second! #JOHN PAUL BENOY #Review #short story
Posted Jan 20
*FRACTION OF SECONDS* Woke up. I knew I was late. Coz that was my routine. And coz of a simple logic, why be excited to wake up early and go to a place you hate and do something that you hate! I sighed when my mouth tasted coffee before colgate...Ahh! how I love normal days, It was a normal day. At least that's what I thought. Papa was there looking up from the newspaper at me with a sense of pity. I sort of ignored that and walked out through the front door, but the next sight, a brand new beautiful ladybird and an even more beautiful rider, with short black hair waving in the wind, in a skirt that knew well not to cover her beautiful legs... Well I couldn't ignore that! Just a fraction of seconds and I had already captured her. Made her mine. Is this what they call... Oops!! She looked at me. Damn it! She caught me staring at her! I looked away whistling. I looked again, did I see a smile? I heard Mom shouting my name out aloud. I knew I had to rush. As I was rushing inside I heard a loud thud. I turned back and saw the beautiful ladybird lying on the road. It was only a fraction of second, yet my mind talked to me in infinite speed...Somethings...what did he say I don't remember anymore. I remember rushing back to the house. One year I didn't talk to our new neighbour who was an year older than me.Days went by. Mom had started packing things up one evening I came back from school. Papa received his transfer letter. Now whenever I see a cycle I think. What would've happened? Why hadn't I stopped my mind talking to me? Why hadn't I I rushed 'out'side than 'in'side? All in a fraction of second! #JOHN PAUL BENOY #Review