Novel & Cerita Poetry About Innocence

The storybooks that took me to another world, And the dreams I never forgot. The past, like a painting on the wall of the heart, The colors are bright, full of love and laughter. I miss you, the good old days, May we meet again one day." Raisa followed part of the poem with a sad tone, remembering the innocence of childhood. "Ah... it feels like it was a long time ago. But I still miss it too," said Raisa, looking to the right and left of the road. Again she listened to the poems that made her both excited and energized.

But, unfortunately, her mother and I had a very disturbing past. “How are you doing?” “I’m fine,” she said. “You shouldn’t be playing with a bee. They sting.” “Yes, but they are beautiful too,” she retorted as I laughed in a hearty manner. I could see the innocence all over her face, and I could see that she was without blemish. But innocence only stays when you’re a child. When you grow up, it disappears. “Why is Mommy always angry whenever she’s with you?” That question caught me off guard, as I had not expected it.

I head into the bathroom, humming without realizing it. Warm water hits my skin, and I start singing along softly to From Eden by Hozier that played from my phone. 'Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison Chivalry fell on his sword. Innocence died screaming Honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.'

We didn’t need words—just the rhythm of our hearts catching up with what our bodies already knew. And just in a few minutes, innocence wasn’t something I lost—it was something I outgrew. The pain faded, and all that was left was the warmth of him and the sound of our hearts finding a rhythm.

“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that the public has been assuming it’s me. It’s caused… unnecessary trouble for my family.” Briella’s voice turned teasing. “Haven’t you heard a saying, Miss Sawyer?” Paige blinked. “What saying?” Briella smiled gently, her beauty turning warm and approachable in that moment. Her eyes sparkled with lively intelligence—it was impossible to look away. “‘The innocent are naturally clear, the guilty remain murky.’ I’m sure you and your father understand that well.” Paige looked away, humiliated. Briella had left her no room to retreat.

INNOCENT WORLD. ***************************** The overwhelming and thunderous night was finally disappearing.As Sun started to spread its light,rising behind the mountains.Telling the world to every darkness there is light. To every sorrow there is a happiness,giving the weak humans a HOPE!!!! INDEED sun is a hope.Its beautiful rays causing the sky to blush in red and orange,shying from the beauty of Sun. I don't remember when sleep overcame me and I was gone in another world.Chachu was beside me.We were in our neighbour home.Our own house was full due to relatives.I was too small cuddling with Chachu.

her last word then they left. Cindy has matured enough even though she's not in average age yet, Stella couldn't sell her Sampaguitas because Cindy dragged her out of nowhere, She was dragged into the Park near Cindy's school, Cindy treated her to an Ice cream from her pocket. While they were sitting on the grass some children were passing by, then she heard, "Is it she? our classmate? the one who has not a father," "Poor her, she's too young," "I thank that my dad is not like her father,"

“We try to live simply. Magic, for us, is drawn from life. We chose the earth and all its nature as our source. But the desire for more always comes.” “How do you keep it at bay?” I ask, Laney withdrawing her hand from mine. He grins at me and looks out the window. “Snow has a purity about it. It’s clean and soft. We use it to help keep intrusive darkness at bay. A sort of test of innocence and pureness of heart.” “So, if we would have had ill intent, we wouldn’t have made it through the snow?” Laney asks, intrigued. “Yes, and no. You would have felt a moral conundrum. A sort of awakening in your soul, a reminder of the innocence we are all born with and life teaches us over time to lose. It

I replied while laughing a little to myself quietly He turned off the lamp my room was surrounded in darkness the moonlight the only lighting bouncing off my walls the crickets making noises a soft wind blowing into my room he nuzzled his face into my neck breathing me in as if I was his craving, his breathing shallowed as I soon followed my eyes drifting shut slowly as I scratched my neck a little feeling something hard not bothering about it as I shut my eyes sleep taking over.

As a kid , little Aarunya had many dreams, her notebooks filled with to do bucket lists in future and her eyes sparked with fairytales. Kids indeed are innocent. Unaware of the cruel world of adults all they think about life joy and games, happiness and friends but as soon as they grow up the innocence of childhood is lost, corrupting their once pure hearts into tainted blocks of greed, lust, jealousy, hurt and darkness which surrounds the light around them making those innocent little ones into creatures of dark. Some succumb into the callignous abyss of evil while some remain the same, their hearts untainted and their soul still divine, deprived of greed and the dark around them.