Friendship
A Rose đš is a Rose đĽ is a Rose đ
I say with quite an unswerving conviction that whatever form of posterity love â¤ď¸ takes through me , it surely draws upon a wide variety . Itâs range extends into similes, metaphors and as well into parodies, with underpinnings that make me tantalizingly closer to love more than any. It whispers sweet nothings as in verses carelessly spreading in sprees. Intently so, its Provence alongside its piercings, underlie in the following:DisclosureâDear reader, this then, above all the deep down revelations, dares in exacting ( rather perfecting it, here and now,) the didactical tonal cleaves of love; vaunting nor wailing to the end of this excessive. To that, bear me in peace!And as is, it equals toâme celebrating you in me, as originally as can be. Indubitably so, for my sort of poetic utterances, perhaps landing more fairly, (now more than ever, ) over your eyes, to envision âWHITE brighter than bright , as in peace đď¸. Though it may not be precisely clear but here comes a verse field of emotion depicting love as I view it âŚLove can be crafty, Love can be sweet, So is ,Such is , Said of it ! And as is, What is, Sung of it Blessed âre verses which sail on it For Loveâso requited, thrills on itâŚLingering bold, as a warmth in folds,Showing itâs worth in the winnings of it, And by all itâs means, and all by itself â-Oft bestowing a solace astride,For every need longing on it Over fostered fires, evoking extinct desiresAs well âto see, what comes of it With spirited fervors, inlaid âlovelier, as spring âforever, basks on it Yet, we make it sure, to be so assured,and still wonderâ-What câd be truly made of it ?!In hiding more, but feeling more than hunger pure, than must we speak âboldâof it For oâer the glints , it glitters in gold,As sun-dews subtly whisper on it And to think of an hour,in that crush of a minute,who will be it ⌠harboringâstill on it ?!For many a shades, in colors so made As guilds of golds grace on it This is how amazing, love can feel Witnessing itâs woes;so mended , so blended, With smoothness so stitchedâAs accents to linger deep on itNot seeing how, but in the graces so pureit sews â as a suture,with all itâs cures,fixing hurt thatâs likely to come byâWhile despair decides to pass on it And as is , was as, is the case of itNeither was it mum nor can it be meek Forth in wanting,itâs always so sleek Sometimes bending, all on itâs knees, and other times falling and howling âhead over heelsOh! But allâs so sweet , itâs just so complete So be it ! So be it! As we think of it, Becoz, It does itâs all, in tricks so called;Befallen for the most part, is the beauty of it !
By Madhu Goteti 3 years ago in Confessions
How would you guarantee peace?
Peace is a very sensitive state which takes just the slightest wrong action to trigger a set of events which will eventually lead to its destruction. It doesnât take much to disrupt peace; a wrong look, a misunderstanding, an unfunny joke etc. Donât get carried away, in this article I am not talking about how to maintain peace between two nations, that's way too big of a scale and way too complex a problem. I am talking about how to maintain peace at your very own tiny scale, the peace between your friends, your relatives or simply in your neighborhood.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
Can she be any cuter
Sam, the star quarterback of Millington High, was used to the spotlight. His days were filled with cheers, victories, and the admiration of his peers. Yet, amidst the roar of the crowd, he couldn't ignore the subtle, unnoticed presence of Aubrey, the school's nerdiest girl. Aubrey was a quiet genius, always buried in books and lost in her own world of equations and theories. Her shy demeanor and awkward charm set her apart from the rest, making her almost invisible to the bustling high school social scene. But to Sam, there was something intriguing about Aubrey that he couldn't quite put into words. One fateful afternoon, Sam found himself in the school library, a place he rarely ventured. As he scanned the shelves for a book he didn't even need, his eyes caught Aubrey engrossed in a thick volume of quantum physics. Intrigued, he approached her, a jock stepping into the realm of academia. "Hey, Aubrey, what's this book about?" Sam asked, genuine curiosity etched on his face. Aubrey looked up, startled by the unexpected interruption. Her glasses slightly askew, she stammered, "Oh, um, it's about the principles of quantum mechanics and its applications in modern physics." Sam blinked, processing the words. "Sounds intense. Mind giving me the Cliff Notes version?" Aubrey hesitated but then started explaining the complex concepts with surprising clarity. As she spoke, Sam found himself captivated, not just by the subject matter but by the passion that glowed in Aubrey's eyes. In the days that followed, Sam found excuses to bump into Aubrey. He attended science club meetings, attempted to solve math problems, and even showed up at the chess club. It was clear to everyone that Sam, the epitome of the athletic crowd, was drawn to Aubrey, the shy and awkward genius. Their interactions were a curious mix of laughter and learning. Sam, the jock with a heart of gold, discovered the joy of unraveling the mysteries of the universe with Aubrey. And Aubrey, the nerdy recluse, found solace in the unexpected friendship that bloomed with the star quarterback. As the school gossip mill churned, whispers and rumors surrounded the unlikely pair. Sam's friends couldn't comprehend his newfound interest in quantum physics, and Aubrey's acquaintances were in disbelief at her sudden popularity. Yet, Sam and Aubrey remained unfazed, forging a connection that defied high school stereotypes. One day, as they sat on the bleachers after a football game, Sam confessed, "Aubrey, you're not like anyone I've ever met. I mean, you're smart, obviously, but there's something more. Something that makes my heart race." Aubrey blushed, her gaze fixed on the ground. "Sam, I... I never thought someone like you would be interested in someone like me." Sam gently lifted her chin, meeting her eyes. "Aubrey, you're incredible. You challenge me, you make me laugh, and you make me see the world in a whole new way. I... I think I'm falling for you." Aubrey's heart skipped a beat. For the first time, she felt seen and appreciated for more than just her intellect. As they navigated the uncharted waters of their feelings, the school watched in awe as the jock and the nerdy girl became the most unlikely yet endearing couple. Their relationship faced its share of challenges, from judgmental stares to questioning peers. However, Sam and Aubrey stood strong, proving that love could transcend the confines of high school stereotypes. As graduation approached, Sam and Aubrey faced the inevitable uncertainty of the future. Sam had dreams of playing college football, while Aubrey had aspirations of delving deeper into the world of physics. The impending distance cast a shadow over their budding romance. In a heartfelt conversation, Sam said, "Aubrey, no matter where life takes us, I want you to know that you've changed me for the better. I'll always cherish what we had." Aubrey, teary-eyed yet grateful, replied, "Sam, you've shown me a world beyond textbooks and equations. I'll carry the memories of our time together in my heart." As they navigated the transition from high school to adulthood, Sam and Aubrey kept in touch. Distance couldn't diminish the bond they shared. Sam's football games were livestreamed for Aubrey, who, in turn, shared her breakthroughs and research triumphs with him. Years passed, and life took them on separate journeys. Sam pursued a successful football career, while Aubrey became a respected physicist. Despite the physical distance, their connection remained unbroken, a testament to the enduring power of an unexpected love that blossomed in the most unlikely of places.
By Avera Jersy3 years ago in Confessions
Dejanelle
A true Queen will adjust another Queenâs crown. Women who pick up other women in adversity, in question, in fear, in jealousy; even if you dislike a woman or disagree with her there is no need to tear another woman down. In a world where women have been subjected to the world of men, at the hands of men, at the look down upon by men; it can be hauntingly concerning and scary. It is not easy being a woman. It is not easy being a man either but both of us suffer at the hands of other menâs decisions and desires.
By Cadma3 years ago in Confessions
Shame on me
Shame on me My name is Jessica, a 30-year-old woman. I broke up with my child's father a few months ago even though he takes good care of our child. I decided to call him here Frank. I met another guy over nine months ago and we immediately hit it off. Here is where my story began.
By MON YEN 3 years ago in Confessions
Love Unravelled
Some words Love is a thing of untold beauty, it has been made clear to me day after day. It is a four-letter word which I try to apply and show to everyone and love when it is truly reciprocated. Sometimes it is difficult but even broken love can be put together and made more beautiful.
By Mike Singleton đ Mikeydred 3 years ago in Confessions
Shame on me
In the vibrant setting of a high school in Jamaica, where rules were firm and discipline was at the forefront, I found myself entangled in a comical yet embarrassing episode during my teenage years. The sun cast a warm glow over the school grounds, and the lively chatter of students filled the air as we navigated the intricate web of high school life.
By Stefan Dennis3 years ago in Confessions
In Your Eyes
In the bustling city of New York, where millions of dreams intertwine, there existed a connection beyond the tangible realm. Lia, a vibrant artist with a heart full of colors, possessed a unique gift: telepathy. She could hear the whispers of minds around her, a symphony of thoughts that both fascinated and overwhelmed her.
By Jasmine3 years ago in Confessions
Misconstrued Identity
One thing which surprised me was realizing how the same person or entity could be perceived so differently. On one end a person could be considered a hero and looked upon as being a very kindred spirit full of love and empathy, while on the other end they may be considered the vilest human being, wicked and full of hatred.
By real Jema3 years ago in Confessions
