DREAMSTAR WRITES

The week in its beauty of seven days Laid a significant sign that seventh day That was realized in the seventh hour of the night! As she looked through the ceiling of her hut She noticed something so strange So the ceiling was also an obstacle And probably an obstacle to her prayers So that when she commanded every obstacle in her life to flee It also fled for the sake of its safety Now she can count the stars And the beauty of seven is still represented As the big dipper send a reflection to her mind The clouds gathered merrily It was a sign of heavy downpour And at the count of  the seventh star The miracle turned an oracle The clouds couldn't hold the weight any more With its arms highly lifted up It let its content find the better option The first drop hit her open eye And as she rose to strangle the 'devil' to death She hit the wall of her bedroom And a soft voice filled the room Forgive seven, times seventy times There she rememberd the reveng...

I keep on fighting the voices within my sinking self I keep on reminding them that I long let go but see Isn't it the naked lie to a blind eye? I hid my tears for long until they washed my make up I'm now the real me that ought to be then When you were the all I needed  but I were the least you wanted So I thought of an added tint I overdid it until I won your eyes I hear they called me attention seeker But isn't that what you let me be? Now it's the vice versa You are the all I need  but I am the least you want If not for the sake of the little angel Then just for my heart's sake Let's forget the lies we made to each other Let's forget the wasted past in pleasing each other Let's forget the history and Mark a new beginning Let's bring back the love we once developed Let's see the future that we envisioned then together Let our case be a lesson learned for the sake of the aspiring couples Let's remind them that true love ...

On a fatefully fine Friday evening I opened the Bible and begun reading 'Remember not the former things Nor consider the things of old For behold I'm doing a new thing...' Wasn't that ordinarily odd? Especially for such a broken being? New things were happening each day Things that only reminded me of yesterday Things that mercilessly pierced my wounded heart While no one, absolutely none, ever gauged the level of the hurt My hurting heart always received a blow after another every new dawn And all that I had nearly elapsed, and the blows knocked me down So how could I even give a dime of my articulated art? To a people that can't afford a purported pay And all they wish for me is a crooked way? I figured through the crucifictional course of events Cold sun, bright nights, dark days Everything was seemingly on the wrong side And the void in my heart was growing so wide I longed for the long gone days and wished I could sweep away the solicited...

Dear love, I was never taught how to care too much I was never taught how to find a perfect match I was never taught how to open my heart's latch I was never taught how to cry for a fish that I can't catch Until your presence in my life turned a clutch I remember that cold convincing evening When we met while it was still raining You sympathised with my shivering And without caring who could be watching Let me be on your sweater's warming For a long time we had less to share But the little we shared cleared the air Of my troubled moment I made you aware Because your single word bred a peace so rare And my emptiness was always filled with your care I would wonder why we were never worried By the fact that we just journeyed But the destination could be varied Until our addresses were copied And together we were ferried In your arms I found a haven And never cared what could happen Until the day I received the news at seven That you had paid a visi...

He woke up unusually angry There was no good morning It must have been a bad day So as the cock was crowing He couldn't count on the Lie That he can extend the sleeping She noticed the confusion But chose to remain silent For he always took on action Even on jokes that are eminent So how could she question his reaction? Without any thoughtfully helping intend? He left the house without a breakfast A good bye that morning was unheard But after undoing his outfit at first He believed he was good to go ahead On his casual whose option was always last Whatever idea that he had in his head She just assumed that it wouldn't last He took home in his pocket that night A new knife that was expensively bought Purposely for a role that was never right In his mind was the battles he had hardly fought While her concern was what he exactly brought What he found was a readily resounding  rebuke The table neatly arranged prior to his arrival The candles burning br...

My tears have dried up my hope is building a foundation my trust is turning brand new my heart is trying to adapt how the folly of a woman is dignified how the ignorance of the poor is rewarded how the thirst of the desperate is paid back how the weaker vessel is taken advantage of When you found me unnoticed a nobler that very afternoon walking hurriedly focusing on your path then suddenly like a skyscraper I noticed you from a distance blushed at first then softly "come with me dear one" It was your first mistake finding a person in me a person in a deserted land bitten and bruised by life hated and discriminated that very afternoon under the canopy tree sharing the bitter past then comfortingly "I have and will always love you" How you boarded my friend's ship is a story that remains a milestone your unreputable smile your sweet emblem your soft touch on my cheeks I was flattered lost in words safe at your arms then promisingly ...

THE BEAUTIFUL CITY 2 (Betty interrupting) “Excuse me MirieDanie, would you please lend me your ears before you continue? “Yes  sure. You’re  free to go on” Thank you. I have been listening to you carefully but I have several questions to ask. I hope you won’t mind answering me. MirieDanie: Come on Becky, we’re here to listen to each other. I won’t mind.Come up, please Becky: You seem to have already been into that beautiful city, gotten the experience and then came to open our eyes. When did you get there and with who were you and if he was there, where is he right now and what happened? MirieDanie: Thank you for asking. I really love your confidence concerning this. Yes, I have been there, enjoyed life, encountered challenges, disagreed with him, broke up and learned to live on my own through seeing and hearing translated to reality in a pen and paper. Becky:(amazed) So you have never been there practically? MirieDanie: You just said it Becky: Do you ...