You never know with whom you red string of fate is connected to.
They may be right in front of you for your whole life, but you fail to recognize them, until the right moment.
It just takes a moment to fall in love, but a lifetime to maintain it.
"I told you, you can't escape me baby. Your fate has been entangled with me since that day."
Kim Yoona was shocked by the words uttered by Lee Jihun. He sounded so controlling and cold. He wasn't like this before. But after that day, everything changed between them.
This is my second novel. I've just written a chapter, but I need reviews and suggestions.
#review
They may be right in front of you for your whole life, but you fail to recognize them, until the right moment.
It just takes a moment to fall in love, but a lifetime to maintain it.
"I told you, you can't escape me baby. Your fate has been entangled with me since that day."
Kim Yoona was shocked by the words uttered by Lee Jihun. He sounded so controlling and cold. He wasn't like this before. But after that day, everything changed between them.
This is my second novel. I've just written a chapter, but I need reviews and suggestions.
#review
ONCE LOVED...
Guess I didn't love myself enough to see how much I loved you.
I don't really miss him. Rather I miss myself when I was with him.
The way my heart pounds when I look at him.
The way my mouth can't compose a word when I talk to him.
The way my head hallucinates a life with him.
The way I used to believe in magic.
The way I used to see rainbows in the dark.
The way I used to think I could catch stars.
The way I believe love can conquer all.
So yeah I miss myself when I was with him.
The more I loved him, the more it damaged me when I was not in love with him anymore.
The harder it is to get back to the old me.
Bites by bites.
Piece by piece.
As long as all that reminding is dust of yesterday.
Which will be there for the rest of my life.
#That G!rl... #review #lifelessons
Guess I didn't love myself enough to see how much I loved you.
I don't really miss him. Rather I miss myself when I was with him.
The way my heart pounds when I look at him.
The way my mouth can't compose a word when I talk to him.
The way my head hallucinates a life with him.
The way I used to believe in magic.
The way I used to see rainbows in the dark.
The way I used to think I could catch stars.
The way I believe love can conquer all.
So yeah I miss myself when I was with him.
The more I loved him, the more it damaged me when I was not in love with him anymore.
The harder it is to get back to the old me.
Bites by bites.
Piece by piece.
As long as all that reminding is dust of yesterday.
Which will be there for the rest of my life.
#That G!rl... #review #lifelessons
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A Little SquirrelA Little Squirrel
It was one of those days when you could find me on the balcony sitting cross-legged on a chair, occasionally tapping my head with a pen and, of course, with an empty mind and an empty page. You could see me gazing into the distance, trying to invoke my muse. Staring at the plain sky didn’t help. I looked around; not a soul in sight, not even the fluttering of a butterfly could be heard. I was hopelessly lost. Not that I’m a great writer experiencing a writer’s block but a novice whose writing skills are still in an embryonic stage. It seemed like everything in the universe was plotting against me.
“Ah, blame the universe now! You are always deprived of ideas. I have been waiting forever to see at least one word on that paper,” he quipped when I shared my thoughts. He is such a grinch, I must say. Here I am, trying to move heaven and earth and look at him, leaving me in the lurch.
“Hey, thanks! You are so supportive!” I frowned in dismay.
“Well, what’s with the negativity? Lift the veil of your eyes and glance around. Look into nature; you have everything you are looking for. Only you have to seek and find them. You should know that it won’t be plain sailing. Always remember that,” and he left.
He always tends to skedaddle every time after giving free advice because he hates to be in a situation where I pour every blame on him even if he does nothing.
I determined to look around for ideas to come and seek me. “Oh, no, it should be the other way around,” I reminded myself.
Right in front of the balcony was a jackfruit tree. Nature was bountiful enough to weigh it down with ample fruits. I noticed a little squirrel squeaking and scanning the tree before lying upside down, like a gymnast, on a ripened fruit and started feasting on it. The incessant screeching of the crickets could be heard from a distance as if they wouldn’t let the poor little squirrel have a peaceful meal. While my eyes were feasting on the squirrel feasting on the jackfruit, a giant squirrel jumped out of nowhere and scared the little one off, which was too chicken to start a fight. It climbed up, hid behind the leaves and waited for the big one to go back. Unfortunately, it had to wait forever to climb down and fill his tummy.
“Why didn’t he choose any other fruits as there were thousands of them? I don’t know. Why did the big one choose this fruit in particular while there were thousands of them? I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?” returned he intending to taunt me. That’s when I realised that I was speaking aloud.
“Still staring at blank?” he continued.
I punched him in the hand and pulled him closer. I recounted the events to him. He chuckled, knowing that my only concern was about that one jackfruit that both the squirrels feasted upon and not how I overlooked his self will and also how the poor little one held his hunger till he could get hold of the fruit again.
“See, everyone is free to choose anything they like. And, I loved how it was resolute in holding on to the one he chose at first and how he remained calm even in adversities. What matters is he didn’t give up easily. We should learn from him,” explained he.
Exactly! Even though that thought didn’t cross my mind, I learnt a great lesson from that tiny creature. Feeling happy, I took my pen to write about the little squirrel.
A Little SquirrelA Little Squirrel
It was one of those days when you could find me on the balcony sitting cross-legged on a chair, occasionally tapping my head with a pen and, of course, with an empty mind and an empty page. You could see me gazing into the distance, trying to invoke my muse. Staring at the plain sky didn’t help. I looked around; not a soul in sight, not even the fluttering of a butterfly could be heard. I was hopelessly lost. Not that I’m a great writer experiencing a writer’s block but a novice whose writing skills are still in an embryonic stage. It seemed like everything in the universe was plotting against me.
“Ah, blame the universe now! You are always deprived of ideas. I have been waiting forever to see at least one word on that paper,” he quipped when I shared my thoughts. He is such a grinch, I must say. Here I am, trying to move heaven and earth and look at him, leaving me in the lurch.
“Hey, thanks! You are so supportive!” I frowned in dismay.
“Well, what’s with the negativity? Lift the veil of your eyes and glance around. Look into nature; you have everything you are looking for. Only you have to seek and find them. You should know that it won’t be plain sailing. Always remember that,” and he left.
He always tends to skedaddle every time after giving free advice because he hates to be in a situation where I pour every blame on him even if he does nothing.
I determined to look around for ideas to come and seek me. “Oh, no, it should be the other way around,” I reminded myself.
Right in front of the balcony was a jackfruit tree. Nature was bountiful enough to weigh it down with ample fruits. I noticed a little squirrel squeaking and scanning the tree before lying upside down, like a gymnast, on a ripened fruit and started feasting on it. The incessant screeching of the crickets could be heard from a distance as if they wouldn’t let the poor little squirrel have a peaceful meal. While my eyes were feasting on the squirrel feasting on the jackfruit, a giant squirrel jumped out of nowhere and scared the little one off, which was too chicken to start a fight. It climbed up, hid behind the leaves and waited for the big one to go back. Unfortunately, it had to wait forever to climb down and fill his tummy.
“Why didn’t he choose any other fruits as there were thousands of them? I don’t know. Why did the big one choose this fruit in particular while there were thousands of them? I don’t know.”
“You don’t know what?” returned he intending to taunt me. That’s when I realised that I was speaking aloud.
“Still staring at blank?” he continued.
I punched him in the hand and pulled him closer. I recounted the events to him. He chuckled, knowing that my only concern was about that one jackfruit that both the squirrels feasted upon and not how I overlooked his self will and also how the poor little one held his hunger till he could get hold of the fruit again.
“See, everyone is free to choose anything they like. And, I loved how it was resolute in holding on to the one he chose at first and how he remained calm even in adversities. What matters is he didn’t give up easily. We should learn from him,” explained he.
Exactly! Even though that thought didn’t cross my mind, I learnt a great lesson from that tiny creature. Feeling happy, I took my pen to write about the little squirrel.
Beautifully broken
She left when you needed her,
But you stood her up alone before when she needed you.
You say karma is a b*tch,
Maybe this is your karma hitting you.
Love is a beautiful word,
Equally the worst feeling.
Those who want never find it,
Those who get it never value it.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
love is beautiful, everyone told her.
She loved me, and me alone,
Now, we are stranded alone.
Playing with her feelings,
I broke her heart into pieces,
Now we stay apart,
Wounds can be healed but not the broken heart. ©Asura
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She left when you needed her,
But you stood her up alone before when she needed you.
You say karma is a b*tch,
Maybe this is your karma hitting you.
Love is a beautiful word,
Equally the worst feeling.
Those who want never find it,
Those who get it never value it.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
love is beautiful, everyone told her.
She loved me, and me alone,
Now, we are stranded alone.
Playing with her feelings,
I broke her heart into pieces,
Now we stay apart,
Wounds can be healed but not the broken heart. ©Asura
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EXILE
I lie on my cot out in the balcony, late night cool breeze lulling me to sleep;
The super-blood-flower moon glows in its effervescent crimson hue.
A rather vivid dream ensues from the deep.
A thousand years in exile.
I see you, I talk to you
Yet, never can I come near you.
Your charm and grace melted my frosty cold heart,
Only for this barrier to swerve the flow away from you.
This screen though transparent would always be there, for a millenium or so.
Have I cursed myself?
Which of us is caged?
Or are we both shackled by past fears?
This fear strengthens this impediment;
We know it, yet we're anxious to strike it down.
How cruel is this?
To be so near yet so far,
Neither absolute sadness nor utter delight.
How am I to handle this?
To look away would only disquieten the longingness;
My vision is blurred,
Nothing can I see except the screen that separates us.
What grand design could this be?
Or just misfortune that I yearn for someone never meant for me?
Why does it feel so hollow?
The void, consuming me from within.
Knowing parts of you but restricted from the whole, breaks my heart;
Eventhough I have something, I'd rather have never known you.
Having a little piece but never able to have it whole,
Drains me, weakens me, exhausts me.
Not death nor sorrow,
Neither life nor joy,
Just this bit of hope and longing to continue,
In my thousand year exile!
A sudden jolt wakens me.
The moon is restored to it's bright white glow,
The eclipse is over, the mind goes blank;
The breeze withers slowly as clouds follow,
Ushering in a light drizzle, pitter-pattering onto the wooden plank.
©FL5
#review
I lie on my cot out in the balcony, late night cool breeze lulling me to sleep;
The super-blood-flower moon glows in its effervescent crimson hue.
A rather vivid dream ensues from the deep.
A thousand years in exile.
I see you, I talk to you
Yet, never can I come near you.
Your charm and grace melted my frosty cold heart,
Only for this barrier to swerve the flow away from you.
This screen though transparent would always be there, for a millenium or so.
Have I cursed myself?
Which of us is caged?
Or are we both shackled by past fears?
This fear strengthens this impediment;
We know it, yet we're anxious to strike it down.
How cruel is this?
To be so near yet so far,
Neither absolute sadness nor utter delight.
How am I to handle this?
To look away would only disquieten the longingness;
My vision is blurred,
Nothing can I see except the screen that separates us.
What grand design could this be?
Or just misfortune that I yearn for someone never meant for me?
Why does it feel so hollow?
The void, consuming me from within.
Knowing parts of you but restricted from the whole, breaks my heart;
Eventhough I have something, I'd rather have never known you.
Having a little piece but never able to have it whole,
Drains me, weakens me, exhausts me.
Not death nor sorrow,
Neither life nor joy,
Just this bit of hope and longing to continue,
In my thousand year exile!
A sudden jolt wakens me.
The moon is restored to it's bright white glow,
The eclipse is over, the mind goes blank;
The breeze withers slowly as clouds follow,
Ushering in a light drizzle, pitter-pattering onto the wooden plank.
©FL5
#review
Dragging myself up as if I'm hanging from a freaking cliff,
Never felt so sleepless to need a sedative,
Demons inside making it hard for me to survive,
Devouring on my soul & risking my life.
Sometimes u fail to swim in the shallowest of waters,
Paddling & sweating in vain,
Sometimes the slightest of cuts,
Gives u the greatest of pain.
When the Sun goes out of sight,
When u could walk alone in the dimmest of light,
U don't need someone to hold u tight,
U don't want anyone to dwell on your plight.
Those who caused u this distress,
The raging flames they tried to suppress,
Now entangled in their own mess,
It's u who made more out of less.
Wading through the puddles of misery,
Climbing over the stacks of pain,
They don't see the struggles behind,
Just wanna see u falling again.
#review #poem #San
Never felt so sleepless to need a sedative,
Demons inside making it hard for me to survive,
Devouring on my soul & risking my life.
Sometimes u fail to swim in the shallowest of waters,
Paddling & sweating in vain,
Sometimes the slightest of cuts,
Gives u the greatest of pain.
When the Sun goes out of sight,
When u could walk alone in the dimmest of light,
U don't need someone to hold u tight,
U don't want anyone to dwell on your plight.
Those who caused u this distress,
The raging flames they tried to suppress,
Now entangled in their own mess,
It's u who made more out of less.
Wading through the puddles of misery,
Climbing over the stacks of pain,
They don't see the struggles behind,
Just wanna see u falling again.
#review #poem #San
No one can stand, you should support yourself,
Have to walk alone, hold yourself, thank you colleagues if you win ... then learn to correct it from your mistakes, even insist on doing it, if you have to fight for yourself
If someone loses, you should take responsibility for it only.
Yes, if you do something wrong then also be angry with yourself,
Give yourself some care, explain a little, even if you have some problems, cover the piece,
Then stand up boys by yourself, start again, if you feel bad in this phase, then later on they will
To refuse
No one can stand, you should support yourself
'You support yourself.
#review #feedback #poem #life #support
Have to walk alone, hold yourself, thank you colleagues if you win ... then learn to correct it from your mistakes, even insist on doing it, if you have to fight for yourself
If someone loses, you should take responsibility for it only.
Yes, if you do something wrong then also be angry with yourself,
Give yourself some care, explain a little, even if you have some problems, cover the piece,
Then stand up boys by yourself, start again, if you feel bad in this phase, then later on they will
To refuse
No one can stand, you should support yourself
'You support yourself.
#review #feedback #poem #life #support
To the first friend, I made
You are the reason to feel and realise what friendship is and how it feels.
You brought happiness to my life.
You were possessive on me.
You were sad when i wasn't talk with you.
You motivated me.
You stood by my side.
You were the one who scold when I do something wrong.
I never thought that you left me and found a new best friend(s)
But they love you more than me.
I wish you to be happy and loved always not to be with me.
We still communicate now and then.
But not with the same Friendship just like a stranger.
You fought with others to sit near with me but now you get over me and sit in other place even when there is no competition.
I'm accepted the reality.
I appreciate your choice of leaving me and get more loyal, true, lovely friends.
I still hope you didn't forget my friendship with you
#letter #review #friendshipbreakup
You are the reason to feel and realise what friendship is and how it feels.
You brought happiness to my life.
You were possessive on me.
You were sad when i wasn't talk with you.
You motivated me.
You stood by my side.
You were the one who scold when I do something wrong.
I never thought that you left me and found a new best friend(s)
But they love you more than me.
I wish you to be happy and loved always not to be with me.
We still communicate now and then.
But not with the same Friendship just like a stranger.
You fought with others to sit near with me but now you get over me and sit in other place even when there is no competition.
I'm accepted the reality.
I appreciate your choice of leaving me and get more loyal, true, lovely friends.
I still hope you didn't forget my friendship with you
#letter #review #friendshipbreakup
Radiance
I plucked a star out of the
sky
And put it in my head
Enlightened, literally, in
the eyes
Although I burned and
bled;
It fizzled loudly in my
ears
the shine was a blinding
glow
and though I broke to a
thousand pieces
I'd never felt so whole.
I plucked a star out of the
sky
And replaced my mind
and brain,
My skull had burst with
wishing dust
Although it morphed with
pain.
The star was a ball of
blazing white
that ignited and pulled me
apart
And it exploded me into
million pieces
but I felt like a radiant
art.
#review #poem #jt
I plucked a star out of the
sky
And put it in my head
Enlightened, literally, in
the eyes
Although I burned and
bled;
It fizzled loudly in my
ears
the shine was a blinding
glow
and though I broke to a
thousand pieces
I'd never felt so whole.
I plucked a star out of the
sky
And replaced my mind
and brain,
My skull had burst with
wishing dust
Although it morphed with
pain.
The star was a ball of
blazing white
that ignited and pulled me
apart
And it exploded me into
million pieces
but I felt like a radiant
art.
#review #poem #jt
Lost forever
Never means ever,After
the colorful days.
Somehow the dark spreads
in the deep of the sea.
It's hard to see the sea
while in the dark.
No more loopholes to
escape from the dark to
fly like a white insect
from a fully black bench.
Several times i rallied
my forces to forget,
Then it recoil like the
Succession of waves.
At last brain shed for
mind and say to myself
move on,stop fighting
Let it flow…
#review
#sz
#poetry
Never means ever,After
the colorful days.
Somehow the dark spreads
in the deep of the sea.
It's hard to see the sea
while in the dark.
No more loopholes to
escape from the dark to
fly like a white insect
from a fully black bench.
Several times i rallied
my forces to forget,
Then it recoil like the
Succession of waves.
At last brain shed for
mind and say to myself
move on,stop fighting
Let it flow…
#review
#sz
#poetry
You're the one I needed from the beginning
That I never knew
I always thought it was something else
And I chased what I thought to be true
I spent years on end looking for someone
Though my dreams pointed to you
And I got burned time and again
While time didn't run but flew
I finally gave up the search
And tried to live life anew
But guess who struts in through the door
The one I needed, You!!
I have to come out clean
To myself and you I need to be true
I picked up a lot of negatives
A clean up of my life is due
So be patient with me darling
Sit back, relax and enjoy the view
While I make this man a better me
And prepare the table for you
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That I never knew
I always thought it was something else
And I chased what I thought to be true
I spent years on end looking for someone
Though my dreams pointed to you
And I got burned time and again
While time didn't run but flew
I finally gave up the search
And tried to live life anew
But guess who struts in through the door
The one I needed, You!!
I have to come out clean
To myself and you I need to be true
I picked up a lot of negatives
A clean up of my life is due
So be patient with me darling
Sit back, relax and enjoy the view
While I make this man a better me
And prepare the table for you
#review #poetry #ja
Two friends met
The scenery was perfect
Coffee shop half empty
The smell of fresh ground java
The eye catching muffins
Kids taking selfies
A man on his phone
A girl in the corner with a laptop
Rain drizzling outside
Drops tapping on the window
Water splashing
Creating the perfect soundtrack
Two friends met in a coffee shop
And they talked about love
#review #poetry #ja
The scenery was perfect
Coffee shop half empty
The smell of fresh ground java
The eye catching muffins
Kids taking selfies
A man on his phone
A girl in the corner with a laptop
Rain drizzling outside
Drops tapping on the window
Water splashing
Creating the perfect soundtrack
Two friends met in a coffee shop
And they talked about love
#review #poetry #ja
Day by day the walls get closer and closer.
Day by day I am getting more and more tired. Everyday is like fighting a fight I think, I know I can't win.
Everyday is a struggle to not give in and give up. It's waking up and hoping your first thought isn't calling your loved ones to say goodbye.
I feel like I can't be myself, and my thoughts are mine but not my own. I can look in a mirror and not know who that reflection is.
It's walking up a magnificent mountain, and you reach the top, and the first thought that pops up is: "Should I jump?"
#review #feelings
Day by day I am getting more and more tired. Everyday is like fighting a fight I think, I know I can't win.
Everyday is a struggle to not give in and give up. It's waking up and hoping your first thought isn't calling your loved ones to say goodbye.
I feel like I can't be myself, and my thoughts are mine but not my own. I can look in a mirror and not know who that reflection is.
It's walking up a magnificent mountain, and you reach the top, and the first thought that pops up is: "Should I jump?"
#review #feelings
Cadaverous Pulse
He crossed his arms atop his chest,
Shut his eyes and held his breath;
The rusty nails slam through wood
As all the mourners watched and stood.
His lungs begged him to scream and writhe,
But when the coffin drops he smiles
And lets himself fall into slumber-
How refreshing to be blind.
The isolation brings him comfort
And he's friends with all the ghosts
There's no need to lie or fight or fret,
No need to ever boast.
Peace on Earth has never been
But underground there is no sin
So here he'll lie for all his life,
Without the pain and all the strife..
#review #jt
He crossed his arms atop his chest,
Shut his eyes and held his breath;
The rusty nails slam through wood
As all the mourners watched and stood.
His lungs begged him to scream and writhe,
But when the coffin drops he smiles
And lets himself fall into slumber-
How refreshing to be blind.
The isolation brings him comfort
And he's friends with all the ghosts
There's no need to lie or fight or fret,
No need to ever boast.
Peace on Earth has never been
But underground there is no sin
So here he'll lie for all his life,
Without the pain and all the strife..
#review #jt
We had a deep, deep love
So Sweet and so secure,
And I kept falling head over heels ,
To depths where I could to be sure.
Sure that this beauty here was her ,
These eyes were door to paradise,
The kisses on lips were the key,
To unlock the door down the aisle.
The shiny golden key I found ,
She opened her eyes to let me in,
I cleansed myself at the door,
And left there every little nasty sin.
I lived a life time in a few moments,
On her green and alluring land,
But then the devil reached me out,
To take me back to the land sand.
So she filled my eyes with tears,
Telling they would help me on the way,
Then waved at me so my eyes stay wet,
Saying, "Don't forget me, ok? "
@IWRITESOMTIMES
#mans
#poetry
#review
So Sweet and so secure,
And I kept falling head over heels ,
To depths where I could to be sure.
Sure that this beauty here was her ,
These eyes were door to paradise,
The kisses on lips were the key,
To unlock the door down the aisle.
The shiny golden key I found ,
She opened her eyes to let me in,
I cleansed myself at the door,
And left there every little nasty sin.
I lived a life time in a few moments,
On her green and alluring land,
But then the devil reached me out,
To take me back to the land sand.
So she filled my eyes with tears,
Telling they would help me on the way,
Then waved at me so my eyes stay wet,
Saying, "Don't forget me, ok? "
@IWRITESOMTIMES
#mans
#poetry
#review
#review
#shortStory#beginning
#CA
Grabbing her wrist. Rubbing the small space between her palm and the soft skin covering her veins. Traveling to the crease of her arm. She had worked hard today. Her clients were pleased with the outcome. Each one feeling a sense of ease and comfort from the constant energy surrounding them. Some came because pain in the physical sense. Others because something deeper. More hidden and yet still calling out. It wasn’t something she had learned in text or class. It was a part of her. This unending need to draw their pain, their confusion into her core. Transform it back into something able to give them rest. Her hands were something more than flesh and her heart was more than beat. She was filled with something that could not be described, only felt. A smile crossed her lips as the gratitude filled her soul. In a world where so many were without purpose. She had found hers.
#shortStory#beginning
#CA
Grabbing her wrist. Rubbing the small space between her palm and the soft skin covering her veins. Traveling to the crease of her arm. She had worked hard today. Her clients were pleased with the outcome. Each one feeling a sense of ease and comfort from the constant energy surrounding them. Some came because pain in the physical sense. Others because something deeper. More hidden and yet still calling out. It wasn’t something she had learned in text or class. It was a part of her. This unending need to draw their pain, their confusion into her core. Transform it back into something able to give them rest. Her hands were something more than flesh and her heart was more than beat. She was filled with something that could not be described, only felt. A smile crossed her lips as the gratitude filled her soul. In a world where so many were without purpose. She had found hers.