Tag: literary
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Poetry – How Do I Say I Love A Girl
How do I say I love a girl? Do I just go down on one knee, Hold her fingers and give them a kiss? Or do I just gaze into her eyes steadily, And let nature convey my message? How do I say I love a girl? Do I just kiss her lips, To express…
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Poetry – The Spirit Of Spring
Gathering dew slides off a soft petal and drops below. The drop slips downwards through a series of vines like a perfect path, slowly kissing its way down the stems. The first strands of buttery sunlight peek through the clouds, warming the creatures below it. Paws and claws of every variety stretch and shake off…
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The Mind Trap (p.1)
‘Blink once if you’re okay, twice for not okay, three times for water.’ ‘Squeeze my hand if you can, just something.’ You know what? I don’t feel like it, okay. What if I want to just lie here dead still? Jokes, not really feeling that you know; what I really fancy is a decaf no,…
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Girl In A Bookstore (p.2)
The day of our first date had finally arrived, and I was nervous about seeing Bill again. He’s the first guy who has ever offered to take me out on a date, and when you’re an introverted girl like me, thinking about being alone with a guy for the first time is somewhat terrifying to…
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Poetry – Underneath The Rainbow
Underneath the rainbow Somewhere in the mountains, fair Mist still lingers in the air After days and days of endless rain The golden hills turn shamrock green In the ground lay sleeping seeds For flower-covered hills just shy of spring Underneath the rainbow You’ll find a little lake… or perhaps, a large pond Holding on…
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Deaf To Her Plea Of Innocence
MaMiya woke up to very pleasant weather; with the sun shining so bright. She decided to have her cereal outside while keeping her eyes glued to her phone because she was expecting a call from Boh her only child. She sat there with her bowl of breakfast in so much amusement because it was Boh’s…
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Poetry – Liberia: The Glorious Land Of Liberty
Liberia, home of the native wayfarers Liberia, home of the pioneers’ children. Liberia, you glorious land of liberty. Liberia, land of black panthers and valor warriors. Beautiful Liberia, home of the resilient people; A people called from age to age, With one great destiny: A destiny to bring freedom and light, To an enslaved and…
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Poetry – Going Out
I’m waiting for the night to come, So, I can go out to a brand-new club, And look forward to enjoying all the silly stories that come out in the morning, They make everyone reminisce and enjoy the night. Later, we all go out together to get drunk, While the boring ones stay home all…
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The Untrusting
At night, one young man crept outside, To take a sneaky peak. He watched a young woman, Sitting on the balcony, looking like a delicate antique. The woman with her perfect face, Gave him a cheeky stare, As he watched her with little grace, When she escaped down the stairs. So, the man left and…
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Vellichor
Vellichor (n) The strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time – From John Koenig’s “The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.” Any book lover, I am sure, has opened up an old, used book and fell in love with its yellowed pages and old paper smell. Don’t get me wrong,…