Author's note: I wrote this story as part of a challenge to write suspense-thriller-horror in 1000 words.
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his knees shaking like jelly. Then he faces his arch enemy, the door to his study room. Finneas's study room is located in the darkest part of the house, even in the day time there is no natural light here. Finneas stops right outside and looks over his shoulder, his whole being trembling with the fear of unknown. "Relax, you are just overreacting, there's nothing here." He solaces himself and pushes the door only half way through. The darkness inside the room overwhelms him and the courage in him dies, he couldn't tell if he is being coward or careful; afterall, those who are too brave die first in horror movies. He discards the thought and with trembling hands searches for the light switch in the darkness located right beside the gate. He makes it a point to not set a foot inside before light is turned on. He does it with such anxiety as though he has put his hand inside a hungry lion's mouth. He sighs audibly with relief when finally, he reaches the switch he wanted to turn on. His heart still hammering inside his chest he steps inside the room almost reluctantly, he avoids glancing at the mirror for the fear of finding anything around him that he couldn't bear to see. Finally, he starts studying almost simultaneously cursing his parents to have left him alone for a week and they are due to come only after two days. Hours pass, he forgets his fear and immerses himself in studying, the silence, the paranoia, everything is forgotten.
He almost falls backwards with his chair on the sound of a loud crack coming from the cupboard that sits beside his table. He holds his heart, racing faster than any F1 car, his lungs contract. With bated breath he looks apprehensively towards the cupboard for a while, no other sound issues. "Old cupboard are like that, it could be a r-rat o-o-o-or could be wood cracking, t-t-that happens with old wood all t-too often" he talks loudly with himself trying to suppress the silence lingering after the loud noise. The lights go out, there is nothing else left to do, his legs shiver and he runs but where!? The door is locked, he bangs on the door, pushes and pulls but it's hopelessly shut.
“Going somewhere?" The voice asks him from behind, but how!? He was alone in the room, in the house! He looks behind him, terror clutching at his insides like a fist of steel. His knees give out when he sees a broad figure standing in front of him, the scar on her face glinting like lava in the dark. "Please. I'm sorry," he begs "I didn't know....." his voice trembles. "I begged you same way."
#tm #review #shortstory
Guilty Conscience
Part 1
The house is empty, the footsteps of passerby on the adjoining road echos hauntingly. Finneas walks with careful steps, his knees shaking like jelly. Then he faces his arch enemy, the door to his study room. Finneas's study room is located in the darkest part of the house, even in the day time there is no natural light here. Finneas stops right outside and looks over his shoulder, his whole being trembling with the fear of unknown. "Relax, you are just overreacting, there's nothing here." He solaces himself and pushes the door only half way through. The darkness inside the room overwhelms him and the courage in him dies, he couldn't tell if he is being coward or careful; afterall, those who are too brave die first in horror movies. He discards the thought and with trembling hands searches for the light switch in the darkness located right beside the gate. He makes it a point to not set a foot inside before light is turned on. He does it with such anxiety as though he has put his hand inside a hungry lion's mouth. He sighs audibly with relief when finally, he reaches the switch he wanted to turn on. His heart still hammering inside his chest he steps inside the room almost reluctantly, he avoids glancing at the mirror for the fear of finding anything around him that he couldn't bear to see. Finally, he starts studying almost simultaneously cursing his parents to have left him alone for a week and they are due to come only after two days. Hours pass, he forgets his fear and immerses himself in studying, the silence, the paranoia, everything is forgotten.
He almost falls backwards with his chair on the sound of a loud crack coming from the cupboard that sits beside his table. He holds his heart, racing faster than any F1 car, his lungs contract. With bated breath he looks apprehensively towards the cupboard for a while, no other sound issues. "Old cupboard are like that, it could be a r-rat o-o-o-or could be wood cracking, t-t-that happens with old wood all t-too often" he talks loudly with himself trying to suppress the silence lingering after the loud noise. The lights go out, there is nothing else left to do, his legs shiver and he runs but where!? The door is locked, he bangs on the door, pushes and pulls but it's hopelessly shut.
“Going somewhere?" The voice asks him from behind, but how!? He was alone in the room, in the house! He looks behind him, terror clutching at his insides like a fist of steel. His knees give out when he sees a broad figure standing in front of him, the scar on her face glinting like lava in the dark. "Please. I'm sorry," he begs "I didn't know....." his voice trembles. "I begged you same way."
#tm #review #shortstory
Kashmir Files
Yesterday I went to watch a movie in cinema. I was very excited for this movie as I’ve been waiting for it for almost 6 months now. ‘Kashmiri Files’ the name numbs me. Somehow, I gathered my courage, convinced my family members and friends to take out time and watch this movie with me. I’m a very sensitive person so throughout the way to the cinema hall, I kept reassuring myself “I’m strong, I must not cry”. We reached the cinema hall 10minutes late but what I saw there in the hall took away my heart. People standing up for two minutes in silence for Kashmiri Hindus who lost their lives. The movie started. It was just a few minutes into the movie and I was able to relate myself with the characters. No one moved, not even for a second for the rest of the first half. It was intermission but to my surprise there was no noisy long queue on food counter of the theatre. Nobody talking a word. Terrified and shocked, people were just looking at each other. Viewers who got their snacks before the movie, in all probability, couldn't eat as I could see trays with almost untouched food. The second half of the movie began. I didn’t have a single tear in my eyes yet but yes I was sad and terrified. The second half brought tears to the eyes of every person present in the theatre. There was a young man sitting beside me. He was almost my age and had come with her mother to watch the movie. I couldn’t help myself from seeing his mother crying throughout the second half. Tears fall of her eyes every two seconds. Those were tears of pain and persecution faced by our ancestors. The young man passed his handkerchief to his mother and helped her wipe her tears. The movie was about to end. Each and every person in the theatre got goosebumps. Everybody was crying. Everybody could relate themselves and the stories they had heard from their parents about Kashmir and how they were forced to leave their home. It was not a movie, it was reality. People had started leaving the theatre. The mother of the young man was still crying. He hugged his mother. His mother told him how his Mama (mother’s brother) was killed in a similar way to the character in the movie. The young man got shocked and numbed. So was I when I listened to the words the young man spoke next. He said “Maa, I had a Mama too?” He was never told by his mother about his Mama who was killed so that he never suffers the trauma which they suffered
#review #truestory #sid07.xo
Yesterday I went to watch a movie in cinema. I was very excited for this movie as I’ve been waiting for it for almost 6 months now. ‘Kashmiri Files’ the name numbs me. Somehow, I gathered my courage, convinced my family members and friends to take out time and watch this movie with me. I’m a very sensitive person so throughout the way to the cinema hall, I kept reassuring myself “I’m strong, I must not cry”. We reached the cinema hall 10minutes late but what I saw there in the hall took away my heart. People standing up for two minutes in silence for Kashmiri Hindus who lost their lives. The movie started. It was just a few minutes into the movie and I was able to relate myself with the characters. No one moved, not even for a second for the rest of the first half. It was intermission but to my surprise there was no noisy long queue on food counter of the theatre. Nobody talking a word. Terrified and shocked, people were just looking at each other. Viewers who got their snacks before the movie, in all probability, couldn't eat as I could see trays with almost untouched food. The second half of the movie began. I didn’t have a single tear in my eyes yet but yes I was sad and terrified. The second half brought tears to the eyes of every person present in the theatre. There was a young man sitting beside me. He was almost my age and had come with her mother to watch the movie. I couldn’t help myself from seeing his mother crying throughout the second half. Tears fall of her eyes every two seconds. Those were tears of pain and persecution faced by our ancestors. The young man passed his handkerchief to his mother and helped her wipe her tears. The movie was about to end. Each and every person in the theatre got goosebumps. Everybody was crying. Everybody could relate themselves and the stories they had heard from their parents about Kashmir and how they were forced to leave their home. It was not a movie, it was reality. People had started leaving the theatre. The mother of the young man was still crying. He hugged his mother. His mother told him how his Mama (mother’s brother) was killed in a similar way to the character in the movie. The young man got shocked and numbed. So was I when I listened to the words the young man spoke next. He said “Maa, I had a Mama too?” He was never told by his mother about his Mama who was killed so that he never suffers the trauma which they suffered
#review #truestory #sid07.xo
At the Word end
At journey unending
Left them aside
For a while
More like forever
Why does avoiding creates peace
That peace curdles heart
Into broken glass and salty waters
Unto spirit apart from me
Might the silence breaks away
Parts by parts what's left of me
At where the end lies
Meet me when the sun dies
What is more unloved than the lonely sky
And I swim through my avoidance
Ignorant life
What is more unfinished than the artist's work
Disappointment at the eyes of them
Who is me, i might die yet not know
#review #poetry
At journey unending
Left them aside
For a while
More like forever
Why does avoiding creates peace
That peace curdles heart
Into broken glass and salty waters
Unto spirit apart from me
Might the silence breaks away
Parts by parts what's left of me
At where the end lies
Meet me when the sun dies
What is more unloved than the lonely sky
And I swim through my avoidance
Ignorant life
What is more unfinished than the artist's work
Disappointment at the eyes of them
Who is me, i might die yet not know
#review #poetry
#iam a writer. It took me almost 40yrs of life on this planet before I owned that sentence. I thought because I wasn't published I couldn't claim to be a writer. Funny how our minds can be a bastard sometimes 😂
How to fall in love with you, the person created after the likeness of God.
I will never have all the answers. None of us will. I know The One who does and your church is not where He meets me. Trust me, I will die on this hill. Uncertainty we can be certain of. Be not afraid of the uncomfortable truth, swallow her like a pill. What did I have to kill? Ego, myself, I died to self. Flew away like a dove once I set her free. A dove released while loved ones grieve. You see the truth shall set you free. Owning truth, but a price gets paid. My heart becomes home to hand grenades. They say grieving is just misplaced love. They also say time heals, but time doesn't heal at all, it just teaches us how to stand tall.
-Ms. Jennifer W.
#jenniferw #review
How to fall in love with you, the person created after the likeness of God.
I will never have all the answers. None of us will. I know The One who does and your church is not where He meets me. Trust me, I will die on this hill. Uncertainty we can be certain of. Be not afraid of the uncomfortable truth, swallow her like a pill. What did I have to kill? Ego, myself, I died to self. Flew away like a dove once I set her free. A dove released while loved ones grieve. You see the truth shall set you free. Owning truth, but a price gets paid. My heart becomes home to hand grenades. They say grieving is just misplaced love. They also say time heals, but time doesn't heal at all, it just teaches us how to stand tall.
-Ms. Jennifer W.
#jenniferw #review
#review #salonikulkarni
[Untitled]
And in his soft eyes
I saw the starry sparkling night.
Twinkling with a warm love
Wrapping me in his glow.
With his smile
He spoke a thousand words unsaid
His blond hair and blue eyes
Make me weaker in the knees
I want to be right beside him
Through everything, together
I can say I love him
I'll say it a million times
And it still won't capture
What my heart feels.
[Untitled]
And in his soft eyes
I saw the starry sparkling night.
Twinkling with a warm love
Wrapping me in his glow.
With his smile
He spoke a thousand words unsaid
His blond hair and blue eyes
Make me weaker in the knees
I want to be right beside him
Through everything, together
I can say I love him
I'll say it a million times
And it still won't capture
What my heart feels.
#review #passionada #poetry
Game Over
Nothing lasts forever
If memory serves correct
Memories of what happened
I finally forget
The details won’t really matter
There’s nothing to correct
Holding rules of a cruel
Game over me
Game over you
Well it’s done
And there’s nothing left to be won
No moves to be made all dragons are slain
And a new day calls for omissions
Game Over
Nothing lasts forever
If memory serves correct
Memories of what happened
I finally forget
The details won’t really matter
There’s nothing to correct
Holding rules of a cruel
Game over me
Game over you
Well it’s done
And there’s nothing left to be won
No moves to be made all dragons are slain
And a new day calls for omissions
A Dried leaf
#poetry #review #Abhijit
Once I was a tiny leaf,
Under my parent’s arms.
I was lucky to have a family.
They guided me in journey of life I was about to embark.
I saw my father work every day on the hot sun,
My mother nurtured me dearly.
As I grew, I made friends.
That was the time when for me life made sense.
One of my friends was a flower,
Then she became a fruit.
I watch in wonder the ripening of her,
But then she was taken from me as a loot.
A part of me disappeared that day,
Into the abyss of sadness.
Now her smile woke me in my dreams,
And drove me to madness.
And then one day a person came,
With scissor in his hand.
He cut my parents into half.
That day I cried, until dew drops over me dried.
As the humans smiled and laughed,
While my soul died.
Slowly and steadily I turned yellow,
Withered and crumbled I was,
But then I was happy for myself.
Happy because I will find peace,
Peace of death after all.
#poetry #review #Abhijit
Once I was a tiny leaf,
Under my parent’s arms.
I was lucky to have a family.
They guided me in journey of life I was about to embark.
I saw my father work every day on the hot sun,
My mother nurtured me dearly.
As I grew, I made friends.
That was the time when for me life made sense.
One of my friends was a flower,
Then she became a fruit.
I watch in wonder the ripening of her,
But then she was taken from me as a loot.
A part of me disappeared that day,
Into the abyss of sadness.
Now her smile woke me in my dreams,
And drove me to madness.
And then one day a person came,
With scissor in his hand.
He cut my parents into half.
That day I cried, until dew drops over me dried.
As the humans smiled and laughed,
While my soul died.
Slowly and steadily I turned yellow,
Withered and crumbled I was,
But then I was happy for myself.
Happy because I will find peace,
Peace of death after all.
#review #wolfboy
Wolf boy
The wolf boy as I call him, whispered softly in my ears, “Iive” I immediately understood his last wish. As much as I wanted to unleash him from the straps, I couldn’t bear to loose the unborn child I carried in my belly and as I stood there sobbing uncontrollably, he bent his head low as if to stop himself from looking at my pathetic state.
“Leave now!” he groans when he sees his captive ,walking towards us with a spear in hand.
The captive closes in, visibly angry.
“Leave her alone!” Adel yelled catching my attention but it was too late. The captive had already got hold of my wrist and strangling my tiny neck.
I started choking in anguish, clutching my free hand on my stomach for support.
“I thought I warned you to keep put!” Another captive with blond hair appeared from the cottage. Adel who is already nearing transformation broke free from the straps much to their dismay, tearing into the captive with the spear while he screamed in pain. Blood from his arm and thigh gushes out while I looked on. The sight was too much for me as I turned away for
him to finish him up.
The transformation is complete and I looked at
him in admiration. He was beautiful in his dark coat of fur and I bent down to stroke them. “You’re beautiful” I said with passion and he nodded in acknowledgement.
The first captive was already gone and his spear was lying on the ground.
“I thought I had lost you and our pup....” he says sadly, raising his concerned after transforming back to human.
I kiss him jokingly, locking lips with him briefly.
But he is more concerned about my pregnancy.
“This pup needs to survive Pamela”
It was always about the child. Always about how his family is eager to welcome it and it want a normal child. His family wasn’t normal but I have always felt their hostility towards me especially after Adel announced his love for me.
To be honest, I had expected everything to change after I got pregnant.
And it did.
He sees me less and less, sometimes ignoring my frantic calls.
And I came to the realization that he had spilt the love he had for me into two. You guessed it. One for me and the other for his unborn child.
I remember one night I had to complain bitterly to him concerning his attitude towards me but now it feels like it’s in the past as I stare at him in the eye clearly admiring his godly looks. He looks charming with sharp features and a toned stoned body and being a werewolf didn’t help. Meanwhile, I am petite and from what I have heard from people, they say I look like a goddess with my v-shaped face and totally white skin and hair. Yes I had white hair and it’s not surprising since I have lived in Iceland ever since I was born.
I am not a supernatural being of any sort, I just look like this and ever since my dad and I moved to caveland, I had adjusted perfectly fine except I was stalked continuously for a week in my final year of high school but I will talk about that later. A pretty embarrassing and disturbing event.
“Let’s go back” He kisses my forehead urging me onto the dark path towards the forest where his family lives.
Wolf boy
The wolf boy as I call him, whispered softly in my ears, “Iive” I immediately understood his last wish. As much as I wanted to unleash him from the straps, I couldn’t bear to loose the unborn child I carried in my belly and as I stood there sobbing uncontrollably, he bent his head low as if to stop himself from looking at my pathetic state.
“Leave now!” he groans when he sees his captive ,walking towards us with a spear in hand.
The captive closes in, visibly angry.
“Leave her alone!” Adel yelled catching my attention but it was too late. The captive had already got hold of my wrist and strangling my tiny neck.
I started choking in anguish, clutching my free hand on my stomach for support.
“I thought I warned you to keep put!” Another captive with blond hair appeared from the cottage. Adel who is already nearing transformation broke free from the straps much to their dismay, tearing into the captive with the spear while he screamed in pain. Blood from his arm and thigh gushes out while I looked on. The sight was too much for me as I turned away for
him to finish him up.
The transformation is complete and I looked at
him in admiration. He was beautiful in his dark coat of fur and I bent down to stroke them. “You’re beautiful” I said with passion and he nodded in acknowledgement.
The first captive was already gone and his spear was lying on the ground.
“I thought I had lost you and our pup....” he says sadly, raising his concerned after transforming back to human.
I kiss him jokingly, locking lips with him briefly.
But he is more concerned about my pregnancy.
“This pup needs to survive Pamela”
It was always about the child. Always about how his family is eager to welcome it and it want a normal child. His family wasn’t normal but I have always felt their hostility towards me especially after Adel announced his love for me.
To be honest, I had expected everything to change after I got pregnant.
And it did.
He sees me less and less, sometimes ignoring my frantic calls.
And I came to the realization that he had spilt the love he had for me into two. You guessed it. One for me and the other for his unborn child.
I remember one night I had to complain bitterly to him concerning his attitude towards me but now it feels like it’s in the past as I stare at him in the eye clearly admiring his godly looks. He looks charming with sharp features and a toned stoned body and being a werewolf didn’t help. Meanwhile, I am petite and from what I have heard from people, they say I look like a goddess with my v-shaped face and totally white skin and hair. Yes I had white hair and it’s not surprising since I have lived in Iceland ever since I was born.
I am not a supernatural being of any sort, I just look like this and ever since my dad and I moved to caveland, I had adjusted perfectly fine except I was stalked continuously for a week in my final year of high school but I will talk about that later. A pretty embarrassing and disturbing event.
“Let’s go back” He kisses my forehead urging me onto the dark path towards the forest where his family lives.
#review
A heartbreaker
Nothing beats a woman who wants to take revenge on a heart breaker. However, it was too late regardless of what I wanted to do. As I lay on my bed thinking back to the day before. I was an idiot. I couldn’t stop him. Not when I had dreamt of it happening numerously. But it turns out, he wanted one thing. Sadly, I let him take it and after we were done, he took out a cigarette, and smoked it while looking anywhere but my sorry figure. He then requested that I forget what had just happened between us.
A heartbreaker
Nothing beats a woman who wants to take revenge on a heart breaker. However, it was too late regardless of what I wanted to do. As I lay on my bed thinking back to the day before. I was an idiot. I couldn’t stop him. Not when I had dreamt of it happening numerously. But it turns out, he wanted one thing. Sadly, I let him take it and after we were done, he took out a cigarette, and smoked it while looking anywhere but my sorry figure. He then requested that I forget what had just happened between us.
Tree of Spirits
There is a world far beyond our own,
Where there is a tree and not a soul.
Planted on the dark side of the horizon
It harbors the spirits lost in tragedies
Struggling to find a place in Heaven.
When the moon sneaks above the sky
Looking like a black orb without radiance,
Looms out of the dark clouds with a sneer,
Then the tree glows in vibrant colors
With smoky hues of red, green and blue
Forming a grim nimbus around it.
This grotesque spectacle is conjured
By the occult of witches and warlocks
For the souls try to take forms of the past
In a hellish way to liberate themselves
From the leash of branches entwined
Within the hideous trunk from which
Beautiful faces and rotten skulls and
Mortified eyes peer into the darkness
In a despairing search for a glimpse
Of something that breathes.
(c) Amit Herlekar
#freeverse #review
There is a world far beyond our own,
Where there is a tree and not a soul.
Planted on the dark side of the horizon
It harbors the spirits lost in tragedies
Struggling to find a place in Heaven.
When the moon sneaks above the sky
Looking like a black orb without radiance,
Looms out of the dark clouds with a sneer,
Then the tree glows in vibrant colors
With smoky hues of red, green and blue
Forming a grim nimbus around it.
This grotesque spectacle is conjured
By the occult of witches and warlocks
For the souls try to take forms of the past
In a hellish way to liberate themselves
From the leash of branches entwined
Within the hideous trunk from which
Beautiful faces and rotten skulls and
Mortified eyes peer into the darkness
In a despairing search for a glimpse
Of something that breathes.
(c) Amit Herlekar
#freeverse #review
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I ran behind you
With a toren pair of shoes,
Tears flooding in my cheeks.
Baby I'm shattered
By your actions.
Why all these ignorance,
All sudden?
Some times I need the phase,
When you used to be mine,
Don't want to stalk you behind, again...
Come back again
Let our memories become a rainbow
Don't let the love story in the middle.
#poetry #review
With a toren pair of shoes,
Tears flooding in my cheeks.
Baby I'm shattered
By your actions.
Why all these ignorance,
All sudden?
Some times I need the phase,
When you used to be mine,
Don't want to stalk you behind, again...
Come back again
Let our memories become a rainbow
Don't let the love story in the middle.
#poetry #review
Gaze at, and see the glory of a dark sky filled with countless twinkling stars smiling at you.
The world laughs in your eyes when you get immersed in worried about tomorrow
Smile today, and let happiness go on.
Tomorrow will change in a day,
Smile in the highest of worries.
The moon dwells in your dream to get you higher to jump and fly with your wings.
Change what does not change.
You are the flame of your fire.
And wings of your dream.
Open your door for life.
Sing with morning light.
I am lovable and happy the way I am.
#review
The world laughs in your eyes when you get immersed in worried about tomorrow
Smile today, and let happiness go on.
Tomorrow will change in a day,
Smile in the highest of worries.
The moon dwells in your dream to get you higher to jump and fly with your wings.
Change what does not change.
You are the flame of your fire.
And wings of your dream.
Open your door for life.
Sing with morning light.
I am lovable and happy the way I am.
#review
Death: The end.
Death is the only experience that you can't ever share..
Because forever you are lost once life force disappear..
Having seen it once, still some people claim..
If they are still advice then how could they accertain..
The myths and beliefs of an afterlife are widespread..
Mainly to console the living soul missing the dead..
Death is that point where every life path converge..
Nothing can help anyone once death emerge..
We can prolong the life, not postpone the death..
Maintaining a good heath even with spending our wealth.
Can't affect the death but for the life we can..
So as to have no regrets when death really came
The End.
#poetry #review #WeepingINK
Death is the only experience that you can't ever share..
Because forever you are lost once life force disappear..
Having seen it once, still some people claim..
If they are still advice then how could they accertain..
The myths and beliefs of an afterlife are widespread..
Mainly to console the living soul missing the dead..
Death is that point where every life path converge..
Nothing can help anyone once death emerge..
We can prolong the life, not postpone the death..
Maintaining a good heath even with spending our wealth.
Can't affect the death but for the life we can..
So as to have no regrets when death really came
The End.
#poetry #review #WeepingINK
A brief love story.
Once feeling bored, I scrolled, and found her profile
Looked at her bio, and her photo, I fall for her smile
To try my luck, I hopelessly thought lets chat for a while
Left a hello, like a normal fellow, waited for her to reply
In a brief moment, the text she sent, ended my anxiety
Seeing her interest, forgetting rest, I admired her beauty
In euphoria, without any idea, I indulged in my fantasy
To make her mine, in due time, wrote lines very fancy.
With a casual chat and a lovely start, I wished to win her heart.
Oblivious to facts - this could be an act, Kept falling for her fast.
Out of nowhere, to me she swear, crypto currency is the best.
all hopes disappear, left in despair, you can imagine the rest.
Dedicated to all those innocent newbie who fall victim to online scam.
by #WeepingINK #review #poetry
Once feeling bored, I scrolled, and found her profile
Looked at her bio, and her photo, I fall for her smile
To try my luck, I hopelessly thought lets chat for a while
Left a hello, like a normal fellow, waited for her to reply
In a brief moment, the text she sent, ended my anxiety
Seeing her interest, forgetting rest, I admired her beauty
In euphoria, without any idea, I indulged in my fantasy
To make her mine, in due time, wrote lines very fancy.
With a casual chat and a lovely start, I wished to win her heart.
Oblivious to facts - this could be an act, Kept falling for her fast.
Out of nowhere, to me she swear, crypto currency is the best.
all hopes disappear, left in despair, you can imagine the rest.
Dedicated to all those innocent newbie who fall victim to online scam.
by #WeepingINK #review #poetry
The heartache
Near Valentine's day my heart dwell in that misery..
Where its my bestfriend and crush's first anniversary..
Its was the unfateful mistake, made by the cruel cupid..
As I was on standby and watched it, I was really stupid..
I stayed silent because they both were my best friend..
Yet our friendship ultimately came to an awkward end..
Time do heal, love do hurt, in a loop my heart got struck..
Would cycle of healing and hurting ever be able to stop...
Once was crush, now she is not, but an unrequired love..
I lost a piece of me that can neither outgrow nor evolve..
All the empty pages, my life's open book once had..
left her to paint it all with events only seemingly bad..
If I would have courage, I could have seriously fought..
She could have been mine, or so as often I have thought..
I had reached at an impasse, I could not choose anything..
For love and friendship I got lost somewhere in between..
#review #poetry #WeepingINK
Near Valentine's day my heart dwell in that misery..
Where its my bestfriend and crush's first anniversary..
Its was the unfateful mistake, made by the cruel cupid..
As I was on standby and watched it, I was really stupid..
I stayed silent because they both were my best friend..
Yet our friendship ultimately came to an awkward end..
Time do heal, love do hurt, in a loop my heart got struck..
Would cycle of healing and hurting ever be able to stop...
Once was crush, now she is not, but an unrequired love..
I lost a piece of me that can neither outgrow nor evolve..
All the empty pages, my life's open book once had..
left her to paint it all with events only seemingly bad..
If I would have courage, I could have seriously fought..
She could have been mine, or so as often I have thought..
I had reached at an impasse, I could not choose anything..
For love and friendship I got lost somewhere in between..
#review #poetry #WeepingINK
Do you see me?
Do you see my body?
Does it interest you?
Do you feel it too?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mouth?
Do you like the words?
Or just the way it sounds?
Do you see me?
Do you see these eyes?
Do you see the pain ?
Do you see what it hides?
Do you see me?
Do you see these scars?
Do you hear the stories they tell?
Do you think I have gone too far?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mind?
Do you think I'm crazy?
But isn't it just what you like?
Do you see me?
Do you see my imperfections?
Would you still love me?
I ask my reflection.
#review
Do you see my body?
Does it interest you?
Do you feel it too?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mouth?
Do you like the words?
Or just the way it sounds?
Do you see me?
Do you see these eyes?
Do you see the pain ?
Do you see what it hides?
Do you see me?
Do you see these scars?
Do you hear the stories they tell?
Do you think I have gone too far?
Do you see me?
Do you see my mind?
Do you think I'm crazy?
But isn't it just what you like?
Do you see me?
Do you see my imperfections?
Would you still love me?
I ask my reflection.
#review
LOVE &CARE
Called him,
Asked him
When getting back,
Darkness covered him,
Overall,
drained him.
My anxiety ended up increasing,
When he cited not to wait for.
Nothing left to speak
When grief got its place.
Blowing my top,
Hitting the roof
Saying
myself Things are good.
In a nutshell,
Fess up, there are
some mess-up.
Without any idea,
I indulge in suspicion,
Silence got loud
Loud got pain.
Called him,
Asked him
When getting back
Got the answer the same,
Explain not to wait for
Green wound held up
I got back home.
Aliya Nahid
#review
Called him,
Asked him
When getting back,
Darkness covered him,
Overall,
drained him.
My anxiety ended up increasing,
When he cited not to wait for.
Nothing left to speak
When grief got its place.
Blowing my top,
Hitting the roof
Saying
myself Things are good.
In a nutshell,
Fess up, there are
some mess-up.
Without any idea,
I indulge in suspicion,
Silence got loud
Loud got pain.
Called him,
Asked him
When getting back
Got the answer the same,
Explain not to wait for
Green wound held up
I got back home.
Aliya Nahid
#review
I see his blood upon the rose
And in the stars the glory of his eyes
His body gleams amid eternal snows
His leaves fall from the skies
I see his face in every flower
The thunder and singing of birds
Are but his voice ~and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words
All pathways by his feet are worn
His strong heart stirs the ever beating sea
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn
His cross is every tree
#review #Linford
And in the stars the glory of his eyes
His body gleams amid eternal snows
His leaves fall from the skies
I see his face in every flower
The thunder and singing of birds
Are but his voice ~and carven by his power
Rocks are his written words
All pathways by his feet are worn
His strong heart stirs the ever beating sea
His crown of thorns is twined with every thorn
His cross is every tree
#review #Linford