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Title - 7 things survived the fire The things which survived the fire Are the ones I love the most It is all smoke around me And it feels like I'm a ghost There was this dried rose flower You gave me when we were out the first time The look at the face of that flower girl She was confused and giggled like a wind chime Then the book on the table I use to read when you behaved like a child You use to make faces because you never liked it My house is burning but I still smiled. Then your loose t-shirt on a hanger The one which was your favorite and you never wear It feels more comfortable with every wash And now I can smell the fire in the air Then there was this empty fish tank The one in which Phoebe used to swim It's empty now after she died Now the daylight outside is dim Then the white locket of mine The one which has my name over it I always wore it but I don't anymore, The oxygen is low and it feels like I should quit Then the empty photo frame Which used to have a picture of you I have all the thing in my hand now And I'm on the floor with them too Now I hear sirens and people shouting And devils picked me up wearing red attire Now I'm in the hospital bed alone in the room And people outside are saying that 7 Things survived the fire. #review#vishal#poetry

The backspace ! Both were online. He started typing. She saw the word 'typing'. Her eyes were staring to the lightning surface. He kept on tapping the letters whatever appear on his screen of mind. The way he was writing commas, it seems that he was about to empty his brain, he was about to bring out his pain. The girl having a pupil fully filled with curiosity Has holding a patience On her folded fingers. And he stopped. And he finished. For a bit, he scrolled over his sentences. For a bit, he ran all over through spaces. And he decided. Selected whole text, and pressed 'backspace' ! She'd seen a 'last seen at' under his name. He wanted to. But he couldn't. Kept phone on desk. But she smiled. Because she knows he'll tell one day. He has to tell. And she closed her eyes to sleep. And she breathes feeling to deep. Because The feeling of waiting for something or someone Is the most pleasant Feeling among all. - Jaimeen #review#jaimeen#poetry

*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

#review Resurrection I am dead Cut down by their sharpened saw Through my silent pleas they hacked me raw Punished me without a flaw I offered them flowers and juicy fruit But they resorted to violent brute Causing me agony and pain acute But my roots are deep and hurt they are not My seeds spread and eventually sprout Tiny shoots and a trunk stout And I am alive. #poem#ranjiwrites

#review #iwritesometimes #poetry #mans Let me kiss your soul for once, And gently cradle the corners of your heart, Engrave you by colors, with your name between my lips, And in a mirror you'll see the greatest masterpiece of art. ~ IWRITESOMETIMES

#THe_Rob... #quote #review Love if Rains How much wet will u get?

#THe_Rob #quote #review 1)I am not in love with your worldly attire , I love your soul , your voice (Mujhe Pyaar nahi hai tumhare duniyawi Libaaz se , Mujhe Mohabbat hai tumhari Rooh se, Tumhari Awaaz se. ) 2)I tried to forget you but this thought brought your thought back. ( Socha Tumhe Bhool jayun Par ye Khyaal bhi Tumhara Khyaal hai la de rha ) 3)Since we parted ‘ eternal pain in heart has started. 4) The long I live The long you will have atleast one who love.

The roots of thy vices shalt be slashed with dagger of thy utmost morality for tis but an illusion that thou consider thyself a saint dressed in extravagance! #review#grace#quote

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

Realize Why do we ignore the the chirruping of birds? Why do we overlook the open sky? Has all the beauty diminished? Or is it us who are missing all this lately? Why do we curb all the curiosity? Why do we assume everything is for eternity? Has all the freshness gone? Or is it us who neglect? Why do we lack gratefulness for love? Why do we take our relationships for granted? Has all the compassion, novelty, curiosity, beauty faded? Or is it us who do not realize their presence? Observe, feel, be grateful And live this life to the fullest #review #poem #ecstatic

I blushed, I cried You spoke my tears dried; The child in me came back, Emotions long lost, returned; You giggled, you whispered, Leaving me mesmerized and lustred #review#poem#FL5

Sunny hot in the day Breezy cold in the night, Laying down on the hay Mesmerized by the sight; Behold, the stars fall, Disappearing before I connect you on call. #review#poem#FL5