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Matt Sep 2020
How could we have survived,
Without that old table?
Memories made of creaking wood,
Every scratch a storyteller.
Super glue for flesh and blood,
Which rested in my mother’s kitchen.
Riddhi Thakkar Jul 2020
A girl who is kind of vocal about her feelings, she tells exactly how she feels about anything or anyone.
She has many good friends and for some of them, she has sort of soft feelings and she shared with them.
Eventually, she has feelings for them but not at the same time, all in different stages of her life.
When she was in college, she madly in love with her crush but her crush never liked her, the way she liked her. Her crush crashed her heart, having affair with her best friend.
Her crush and her best friend broke up and she stood by him as his friend. Later on she moved on her life.
One fine day, she got a request on Facebook from a stranger and what came over to her, she somehow accepted that request. They talked and it’s her first time experience to talk to a complete stranger and meet him. He was so sweet and caring so she started feeling for him. But she is naive and afraid to say to him. He went to Africa and after few months she came to know that he’s getting married. But still they’re talking normally.
In between their talking, a girl came to contact with his best friend and they got close and finally she gained some courage and told him that she likes him. But the boy was not ready for any kind of relationship due to his past experience, so a girl took a bold step and said that I should start moving on. It’s not like they are dating but she felt it’s not good to start something without ending one thing properly.
And that’s how she ended up everything.
But life always gives you back what you have asked once, when you least expected anything. Her crush starts to get attracted to her but by physically. She didn’t like it but she doesn’t wanna hurt his feelings, she said nothing to him. She talk normally. She hang out with him and they went for long drive as a friend. But she gets attached to him for that time and later on she is fine.
Her so called African friend called her out of the blue, they have talked all kinda topics which included adults. She met before his wedding and he kissed her. She let him to do, same time she didn’t feel anything for him even they have shared the kissed. She felt ping of the guilt for her actions because she somehow felt that she cheated on her not so called boyfriend.
She left everything and everyone.
But one day his African friend, again called her and meet her and then he said, she kind of **** who got laid on anyone. She hurts badly.
What’s her fault?
Being kind to those who are nothing but nuts?
Or being so naive to tell his African friend everything what’s happened?
The hidden love
Ankita Gupta Apr 2019
Often, the sombre emerges
Rarely, the world shines

Often, the story is told
Rarely, it comes to life
annh Mar 2019
Do you think, when the last borrower has left the building and the lights have been turned out, that the books in the library gather around the photocopier, and tell each other stories?
‘A library book, I imagine, is a happy book.’
- Cornelia Funke
Eileen Black Dec 2018
Storyteller’s Duty (Cinquain)

What is the value of silver and gold?
Is it enough to buy beauty?
What happens when beauty grows old?
Does her story remain untold?
Isn't telling the storyteller’s duty?
Ayu Rafina Jul 2018
I wish,
I could be a storyteller.
Telling the untold story from the past and a dead soul.
Danielle May 2018
I wanted to tell you stories.
Whispered to you in dreams.
Written love letters.
Pressed into your skin.
I fear though that I’m not a great storyteller.
Your kisses seemed to forgive.
Hillary B Apr 2018
you're so good at telling stories

you forgot which one you're in
A Simillacrum Apr 2018
Wake to nothing
In place of emotion
Numbers as an ocean
Describe the pattern
At the heart of it
As much as you start
To feel a feeling
Like a spark
You are
Nothing at all
More than
Elementary math

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Crawling in the absence
Critters drawn to absinthe
Drink of my synthetic blood
Broadcast discreetly
My signal seeks to meet
The systems caught the virus Love

The nightmare,
I puppeteer the players
In morbid fascination
The nightmare,
Eager to crush, but
Afraid of what
It's picking up
In morbid fascination
I puppeteer the players
The nightmare,
Virulent in nature
Yet scared of change to come
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