Bruised by them, she was spent, tired and lost. So she prayed to the Sun: “What does true love really cost?” He shined brightly in her eyes, and she knew no matter what, When her… More
the locks were checked
twice, then thrice
the gate had been locked
because she’d paid the price
of trusting somebody to keep their promise
but, alas, they were all lies
Now the gates were shut
she sat alone in her garden
no one would ever come close
so she’d never lose a bargain
life would go on
and maybe one day she will stop hurting
but for now, there was the pain
of betrayal, and pieces from her heart’s breaking
to others, she seemed the same
she lived and she still laughed
but to her everything was distant
like touching earth from a spacecraft
it was hard to see
from behind the gated wall
but at least she was safe, finally invincible
so, she’d might as well have a ball
voices echoed and glasses clinked
at every party, she would raise a drink
she let loose and tried to forget
what had once caused that heart to sink
then, one day, she set her sight
on the most perfect shape of a man
he was tall, dark and handsome
and she blushed as much as a woman can
they talked for hours and hours
like lost souls reunited at last
they spoke of their childhood and dreams
one might even say, a spell had been cast
and then she heard the sound
so soft she almost missed it
a key turned in that precious lock
and the gate had opened just a bit
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She’s by the shores.
She’s watching the tides,
As they slam and retreat,
“My troubles that ride
Are finally taking a back seat.
They’re finally leaving my side.”
Childhood memories, turn to ash
Life relived, she remembers, “I’m free at last!”
No more broken glass,
There’s no more yelling.
I’m in this new world
What’s next, there’s no telling.
This place is unfamiliar,
Scary, but safe.
Even the sky here is clearer!
My soul is already forgetting the chafe.
There she comes, now she’s nearer.
Even though she’s scared,
She’s the new me,
And here, she’s set free.
When a home isn’t home, any other place will do.
In this school, I was alone, with the other 1,062.
I had heard the stories:
“Hostels are for the damned.
They’ll torture you till glory.”
But I was cursed, and these were the cards at hand.
Eventually, it got easier.
I stopped the internal war.
Eventually, I let my guard down,
And became happy to my core.
In this sense, life is funny.
That girl became wiser.
She now knows she wasn’t cursed
She now knows she was being nursed
I was in a crash course
And I didn’t even know it.
The Universe was teaching me
About love, and how to show it.
It’s true, it’s been a challenge
But sometimes you have to suffer.
You have to endure more than you can.
But today that kid is tougher.
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My curiosity peaked as well, so I decided to Google for myself what all the fuss was about. Of course, my mom was right (aren’t they always?). Continue reading “The Great Thing About Copper”
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People walk up to me and seem to repeat the same words over and over:
I’m so sorry.
And all I can find the courage to say back to them is:
Here’s a confession: I’ve been lying.
I have met so many people who believe that they don’t have any creative bone in their body! I am not going to bust their bubble. I think they’re right! Continue reading “Exercising Creativity”
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