Diamonds Poem Novelas e Histórias

You are what I make you. The diamonds settled against my throat. I looked at myself in the mirror and the woman looking back was wearing a fortune around her neck and had nothing behind her eyes. "It suits you," he said, his gaze fixed on the diamonds rather than on my face. As though the jewelry were the point and I were merely the surface it required. I touched the stones. Felt them pulse against my pulse, cold and unyielding. "It's beautiful," I said, and the lie tasted like burnt sugar dissolving on the back of my tongue.

* Reda Faith * I could not measure the amount of happiness that I felt because of his gift. It's a feeling as though I am being put into the clouds, just like they said that a diamond is a girl's best friend and maybe that is why feeling it around my neck made me feel important. Suddenly I felt that I was the most cherished person in his life, not because of the expensive diamonds but because he chose to give them to me. The dinner went well with the romantic music that a is playing in the air.

Amanda doesn't get the chance to answer her question as Diamond comes out of her room dragging her feet, a lit cigarette stick between her lips, the smell causing us to all clear our throats. "So you were inside all this while and you didn't even think to come outside and help us fetch this water?” Amanda says after coughing. “Later, you'll come and collect from the water." "Virgin Mary," Diamond says. "Did I beg you for water? Abeg, abeg, no just enter me this evening o. I no just get your time." "Just let me see you near this water." "Water choke you there." Diamond gives her waka. "God forbid," Amanda says.

The diamonds tightly gripping the letter represented a permanent, unbroken bond. Meanwhile, the ruby roses symbolized a dangerous, burning passion—a beauty that inherently possessed thorns. The message written into the jewels was terrifyingly absolute: Your identity is bound to mine forever. You are my passion, and you belong to me. As she stared down at the shimmering display, Moza’s emotions violently clashed. On one hand, she felt intensely intimidated by his overwhelming dominance, yet on the other, she found herself thoroughly ensnared by the sheer, possessive weight of his gesture.

I hissed. “Just for a minute.” And then he did the same with the other. Looking down I noticed that they were winking at me, there were stones embedded in them. “Are they…?” I trailed off. “Yes. Diamonds, for my wife.” He cupped my breasts, kneading them until they flushed deeper, my nipples tingling from the pressure. “Now… tell me, Wife—who do you belong to?” ____ A. Gupta

"Now I'll help you pack your collection." I stared at the diamonds. How disappointing.

As it caught the light, it emitted a mesmerizing play of iridescence, casting a cascade of scintillating reflections. Her ears sparkled with the brilliance of Diamond stud earrings, and around her wrist, a Diamond bracelet enveloped her in a dazzling embrace. This bracelet was a mesmerizing dance of diamonds, linked together in a seamless, white gold design. On one of her fingers, a Diamond Ring sat with regal poise and her footwear of choice was a pair of black closed-toe, high-quality leather pumps.

Daisy suddenly remembered the diamond she ordered. “What about my diamond Ellen?” Daisy asked. But the butcher woman laughed. Then turned to the other merchants. “Hey you guys, can you hear that? This woman is looking for diamonds here, it looks like she’s dreaming,” Ellen sneered, which drew laughter from traders and visitors around her.

As I stared down at the glimmering diamond ring, I could only think about how ironic this entire thing was. "You have a horrible memory, Dean. This ring is filthy." I walked over and grabbed the ring. Dean grinned with glee, foolishly assuming that I'd changed my mind. "Eve, you..." However, his face soon went stiff, frozen in place. I raised my hand and threw the priceless diamond ring down to the patch of grass at the bottom of the building. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gazed down in dejection, clinging to the railing.

The poem went this way, Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I did not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uprising rush Oh quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.