A beauty of a poem
I love the way it unfolds
Have you ever felt like you knew someone a long, long time ago?
Another place, another time, a friendship of two roses?
Two roses who share a bond for reasons neither know,
A feeling that they were friends, a long, long time ago?
Did they stumble onto each other by pure circumstance,
Or was it fate and destiny that played a certain hand?
Two roses intertwined, they are not worlds apart,
But the rose, it knows no difference, in matters of the heart.
Somehow they are drawn together, fate has brought them back,
Each living worlds apart, though journey separate paths.
When this life is over, and a new life begins,
Their souls will find each other, two roses that we call friends.
Something for the hearts
like two still ponds hidden among trees
brimming with moonlight in the soft twilight
your dark eyes, lashes, bring me to my knees
my songbird heart cannot withstand the fight
my will, it smashes, emotions dart
like pale boomerangs hovering on the breeze
thrown with skill, a dying art
and one quick breath, it snatches
your eyes, your cheeks, your lashes
your mouth, an ember, lips apart
so where i end, there you will start
Once more the cauldron of the sun
Smears the bookcase with winy red,
And here my page is, and there my bed,
And the apple-tree shadows travel along.
Soon their intangible track will be run,
And dusk grows strong
And they have fled.
Yes: now the boiling ball is gone,
And I have wasted another day …
But wasted – wasted, do I say?
Is it a waste to have imaged one
Beyond the hills there, who, anon,
My great deeds done,
Will be mine alway?
(Thomas Hardy, The Sun on the Bookcase)
This is a True Story
I laid my head on the pillow and started revising some macroeconomics and history. I had two finals the next day. I put the alarm on 5 a.m. so I would have some time to revise. It was 11:30 p.m., and I was trying to fall asleep within the next 15 minutes. Suddenly the home phone rang in the living room.
Everyone else in the family had fallen asleep already, so no one other than me had to pick up the stupid phone. At first I was like let the phone ring as much as it wants. Then I though again; my grandmother had cancer, so what if my aunts want something urgently. I ran and answered before they hung up.
“Hellllllllllllllo”. I answered half sleepy. “Yes Sally, please give me your mom.” It was my aunt that was staying with my grandmother. I…
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