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Aarif said holding her hand in his and looking at Shayari who stared at him silently Shayari wanted to jerk his hand off but she did not because it would leave a negative impact. Shayari only nodded her head in response and Aarif smiled a bit and left from there. Wo zehar hai kya Jo kisi ki Jaan na le jaye Aur wo Ishq hi kya Jo kisi ko Dard na de jaye ~Ankita Ghosh (what kind of poison is it if it does not take anyone's life? And What kind of love is it that does not give pain to anyone ) Shayari recited the Shayari (a kind of poem) she read somewhere a long time back.

I've fallen for a knight He shoots me this arrow of love I can't resist It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's impeccable! It's an impeccable feeling for the impeccable you. I sang as i thought of him, i had no idea I've being crying again, I remembered my dad's word "tears does not solve problems" i wiped my tears but my eyes still watered, my stomach grumbled cos I've not eaten and I my didn't know when I slept off. ***

He asked. I scoffed wondering if he was expecting me and the kids to starve and experience total misery... POEM BY MERCEDES. You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day. You are the gravity that holds me down in every way. You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night. You are stars that glimmer oh so bright. You are the oxygen that keeps me alive. You are my heart that beats inside. You are the blood that flows through me. You are the only guy I can see.

she says before walking out. I’m not family. Nothing is going on with King and me. Sighing, I walk to the class and sit down. I stop when I see the paper, the sketch, and the poem on it. The sketch is of an eye, with the reflection of a person walking in it. I begin to read the poem. A hundred words Doesn't speak enough A thousands stories Doesn't tell enough A single look, tells so much A lifetime of stories A lifetime of pain Emotions hidden within

Below was a darkness so deep it seemed bottomless, with only the sound of waves crashing against the rocks as the tide rose. "Sir, we've already contacted the rescue team to begin the search." The three Fleming brothers arrived shortly after. When they saw the bottomless abyss below, their hearts sank as well. Everyone knew that surviving in such conditions was almost impossible. "Look for her. I want to see her alive, and even if she's d—" Instead of finishing his sentence, Nicholas swallowed the rest of his words, as if he was afraid of casting even the slightest shadow of misfortune upon Karina.

“Westward the setting sun goes. “Far from home was the heartbroken one!” Hundreds of the Artemis Sect Elders kept recollecting the poem with each looking fascinated and they could not stop talking about it! "It's a good poem indeed. How could Darryl write such a deep and meaningful poem at such a young age?" "Yes, I wonder what vicissitudes of life he has gone through to write such a poem!" “He’s worthy of the ‘Gifted Hibiscus Scholar’ title. He’s truly worthy of it!”

that's literally just milk and cereal in separate bowls. "Revolutionary," he deadpans. In the poetry section, he stops and pulls down a slim volume with a worn cover. Flips through it slowly until he finds what he's looking for. "Listen to this." His voice drops lower, intimate in the quiet space. He reads a poem about two people finding each other again after years apart, about second chances and choosing love despite fear. The words are simple but devastating, made more so by the way he reads them—slow and deliberate, like each line matters.

I storm out Why won't anyone believe me, I have a real life vampires blood Arrg! after everything I went through, still just insults I did my study on those creatures for years, and I can still remember some of my favourite poetry and poems I read as a kid A Last Word by Ernest Dowson Let us go hence: the night is now at hand; The day is overworn, the birds all flown; And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown; Despair and death; deep darkness o'er the land,

I am so blessed to be here in this incredible place but I wish we were here under better circumstances. Not on the run from a psycho member of parliament. This all seems so unreal, to say I’m going crazy is an understatement. Every morning I wake up and come to this beautiful balcony and watch the world come alive. From here I can see the Blyde River. If I look hard enough I can see Hippos swimming, birds fishing for their breakfast. I see the beauty that is in front of me but all I feel is dread, anger, fear, confusion, and… In a nutshell, I’m furious.

She described her thoughts on it in relation to nature and destruction and decided to share another piece of hers she was proud of. She turned her laptop to face Remus and he read the poem. Degradation Filthy, but, yet alive The dust rises around Growing and spreading Like parasites clinging to what little there is The dust rises around Its legs dug into the ground Like parasites clinging to what little there is Sucking the life force around them Its legs dug into the ground The roots spread out deep below Sucking the life force around them Leaving nothing behind The roots spread out deep below Running its lines and taking over Leaving nothing behind